The old man walked briskly towards his neighbor’s house. Mr Kīng’ori, a retired teacher was lucky to be among the few people in the village owning a cellphone.The old man was lucky that they had gone to the river and braved the knife together and a special bond had developed between them since then. TheyContinue reading “Eked”
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Wishful thinking
Walking down these streets of Memphis (Wang’uru) and thinking why can’t Moya David jump in front of me, treat me to a dance and finally unleash a bouquet of roses. Guess I’m overthinking because I don’t even think he knows which corner of this country Ngurubani is. Call it wishful thinking or unanswered prayers whicheverContinue reading “Wishful thinking”
Messy
Umewahi kuchanganyikiwa unashindwa utaunga timu gani mkono juu kwa mkono mmoja unataka kuonyesha uzalendo wako kwa kuunga mkono bara lako, na kwa mkono mwingine unataka Mbappe afike fainali ndio wapatane na Messi kanuke.Sijui kama kanuke ni Swahili sanifu lakini najua nimejipata kwenye bwawa ambalo ni muda tu utanitoa.Najua mimi husema mara kwa mara kama BabaContinue reading “Messy”
Freed
After dissecting and emptying the contents in his plate like a locust on a newfound lawn, Kīrīmi started yawning as he rubbed his now full belly. He felt like Jonah after swallowing the fish. Ooh no sorry, it was the fish that swallowed Jonah and not the other way round. He belched and Kīmani beckonedContinue reading “Freed”
Precise
Way back in the days when we were cheering our village teams there’s always that goal post we used to think was jinxed. If you don’t score when driving the ball that other direction, chances are you’ll not score when you change sides and most likely the other team will carry home the trophy. MyContinue reading “Precise”
Chirped out
Waking up in the morning is always a hustle. But there’s is always this early bird in the woods that seems to have no such problem. First of all lemmi state that like that song I’ll never swim Kern River again, my version be I’ll never live in Kanairo again. A great part of livingContinue reading “Chirped out”
Assimilated
Still sitted on the Kitchen island, his tummy now full of buns, Kīrīmi was about to reach his pocket for his phone then remembered that he had been robbed in broad daylight while Nairobians watched the movie unfold in 3D and the city clock continued to tick on. Not even time would stop in hisContinue reading “Assimilated”
Hustler
They say once a Damiano always a Damiano. But I beg to differ, I think once a hustler, always a hustler. That’s why our very own Doyen finds it a title befitting. That’s why our CS’s could very well name their net worth in millions and still claim to be familiar with the plight ofContinue reading “Hustler”
Even Kīmani whom he’d pushed all the way from Tearoom to Ronald Ngala road was now walking towards the bus door and beckoning him to follow him. He opened his mouth wide as if he was about to swallow some flies then realized it and faked a yawn. He felt conflicted, confused and bamboozled allContinue reading
Shocked
The adrenal rush was beginning to subside in his bloodstream and he now began to notice what was happening around him. Before he was following orders like a robot but now his other senses began to come back to life. He turned to Kīmani, the hustler and started shooting questions at him like a drowningContinue reading “Shocked”