Author Archives: Nyar Kaheti

I just come here for the music, I get lost here in the sound, I ain’t looking for nobody but can I buy you one more round? I just come here for the music, how about you? …Don Williams.Words I’d mimick for a special swampy place, I spent lots of time in while growing onContinue reading “Memories”

White lies. Zile lines tulikuwa tunadanganywa nazo as we were growing up e.g kids are bought in hospital. Also you’d be told that if you swallow chewing gum, it’d make your intestines stick together. Right now I’m feeling like pouring HCL on chewing gum to see how it behaves. Then we’d be told that ifContinue reading “Grabbed”

I’ve been giving my Kamba friends bananas and avocados in anticipation that when the mango season comes, they’ll reciprocate or return the hand. ‘ gūcokia guoko.’ You can call it bribery but I choose to call it barter trade. Yeah, remember Kaūs were long distance traders who used to traverse the coastal lowlands to theContinue reading “Swapped”

Reasons why you need a keen photographer is to evade situations like these. This photo gave me a real character development. I was one who was used to disorderliness and what have you until this photo was taken and instead of admiring us I could only see a potato farm in Kīnangofu(kings gulf), only thatContinue reading “Concealed”

I feel heat coursing through my veins like an erupting volcano. My skin can’t take it anymore and I feel like I want to crawl out of it. An electric fan humming in the room the only audible sound in the vicinity. I have gotten rid of most clothes but that too ain’t working. IContinue reading “Instant”

Ain’t nothing bad like gumboots getting stuck on your feet. You may have to light a smoke signal to summon the entire village who will have to arrange themselves mūgithi style or like in a tag of war as they summon all their energies to pull the gumboots off your feet. Growing up on theContinue reading “Stuck”

After a long walk along these dusty Ngurubani paths, something finally clicks in my brain sort of like a light bulb and I ask myself, Isn’t today Mashujaa day, yes it is. I’m I not a heroine, sure I am. So who I’m I waiting on to give me the heroine treatment? After all theContinue reading “Drop dead gorgeous”

This Ivy Chelimo’story and the job offer has me wondering whether I’ve been nicknaming the wrong people. From nicknaming paros with names like ocs and ocpd, to nicknaming teachers with names in the periodic table and then finally nicknaming bosses, I can’t help but wonder where I’ve been using the wrong specimen because suddenly, inContinue reading “A different specimen”

So after Kīrimi left the chief’s office with his head held high and his gait even higher , he put his earbuds on and listened to, ‘lift up your head and hold it up high, we know that we win the prize.’ His denim pants had dropped an inch lower since his victory and gaitContinue reading “The rumble.”

Once upon a time, farmer Kīrīmi went to the market and bought kales seedlings. He watered them religiously and one evening after a hard day’s work he passed by the posho mill and bought some posho. His stomach now aware of the almost happenings began to rumble as his salivary glands began to secrete theContinue reading “Acquitted”