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He continued to push the wheel chair guy who now gave him instructions like that google maps girl. His brain had not completely processed the ‘ngeta’ transaction and he hoped that he’d come out of this nightmare and find himself in his kitchen garden replacing the kales that Kathambi’s hen had wrecked havoc on. InContinue reading “Obliged”

Your’s truly was woken up by pitter patter raindrops which most certainly interrupted his stint at the pearly gates. This time round he’d seen St. Peter himself come at the pearly gates, peeped through the keyhole and said, ‘ooh it’s you?’ He then left without opening the gate and Kīrīmi thought that he hadn’t seenContinue reading “A casualty”

The driver went on and on ranting about the state of the Nation and how the much hyped bottom up looked like an M turned W. Kīrīmi felt like closing one eye and looking at the driver with only one in the hope that this would scare him and shut him up. More so heContinue reading “Breathless”

Due to the heavy rains, the nap soon became fully fledged sleep and he started snoring deeply to the detriment of the other passengers. However the rains made it bearable and they too found solace in music, online gossips or drifting off to sleep. As the vehicle approached Blue post, a speeding motorbike veered ofContinue reading “Not so fast”

The driver quickly got out of the car and went around the Vehicle to open the passenger door for Kīrimi. Kīrimi did not even want to bargain the fare, he was sick and tired of this village. He removed his back pack and hurled himself inside the car. There was hardly any space but asContinue reading “Drifted”

After Kīrimi’s ordeal with the chief and the turbulent waves in his stomach subsided, he thought enough was enough. He had overstayed in this village and the comfort zone phenomenon was all too familiar. However things had started changing and he could see it by the looks of disgust from his neighbors some even spittingContinue reading “The journey”

Taking porridge comes with nostalgia; of mama in the kitchen, gunny bag well spread, calabash in the middle, sorghum and millet flour in a plastic container filled to the brim. Mama is now transferring the warm water into the calabash adding flour in small quantities and shaking the calabash against the earthen floor, remember, ‘KīnyaContinue reading “Authentic”

‘Wee Kerugoya, sikisiki, sister unaenda?’ They can’t seem to get my memo these touts. I guess I should walk carrying a placard saying. Wang’uru material, here for the long haul. Wueeh na hako kahoma karibu kidogo tu kanipeleke kwa Baba. At least they had the decency to call me sister instead of Mathy. Reminds meContinue reading “Lifted”

The only sounds that we were used to at night while growing up on the slopes of the mountain, were of frogs croaking in the nearest swamp (and by the way why is it that the frogs in America croak ‘ribid’ while those in Africa be like kro, kro, kro, ni bahati hiyo, kuwa haiContinue reading “Vibrant”

Sometimes I feel like either I was born in the wrong continent or planet, or should I say galaxy. How else do you explain that when people are thinking of how to make millions, all I’m thinking about is how I can find ‘wambūi mwīkuithia’ aka mimosa vine and step on her and smirk asContinue reading “Tangled”