Sunday 24 September 2017

Stolen Letters: Episode One

Dave, 3:00 am, Nairobi, East Africa time. This is a story that deserves to be told. It is the story of two Nairobi lovers...

I Am Nobody…

His eyes did it; how brown they were. A lighter, softer, more liquid shade compared to her deeper chocolate ones. A sadness in them;...

Once A Storyteller…

“Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.” – Emily Dickinson   For as long as I can...

My Mangled Muse

I know his heart broke…and somehow, I looked at him that day suddenly saw the crack in his chest. I saw its jagged edges,...

Letting go; Part two

Here you are, my darling. Soaking your soul in this strangely comforting bath of nostalgia. Letting its bubbles caress your skin at rest. You...

I would

You ask me if I would go. If he, the one. My one. In years to come, long after the air has forgotten the...

Letting go; Part one

The end of this love story, ironically, comes with the same tragic simplicity as it had in the beginning. Our interaction again mediated by...

Slowly getting there.

When you meet a person for the first time, one of the natural questions that waft into that (mainly) insufferable talk has to be,...

Arusha

From the very moment that we drove into the town of Arusha, I understood her. Arusha is the overlooked sibling.  She is used to...

I am living too.

Imagine my surprise when in a singular moment of weakness, my fickle heart remembered the purgatory that was once loving you. And hot on...

Alpha males.

I live inside my head. Most of the time there is an endless, pointless clamor of motion within the cranial walls of this city....

I know who you are…

I know who you are…   I see you every morning when I spray my braids with sheen. When your razor glides down your...