LAST PAINTING

“Pass that to me.” She said while pointing at a silver lighter on the floor near the ash tray filled with half smoked cigarettes and two unopened packets of the same. I adjusted my trench coat before picking up the lighter.                          “Did you smoke all these today?” I asked and with a small smileContinue reading “LAST PAINTING”

FLAME

A letter to her beloved Flame, It’s been a minute. Tsk, let’s be more literal. It’s been weeks. Five weeks since I last talked to you. To tell you the truth, I have been avoiding you. You see, when I see you, my heart beats so fast and so loud that sometimes, my ears can’tContinue reading “FLAME”

IN THE HOLY CHAMBERS (excerpt)

                                                                                                                 “Father Petero?” Mwezi asked frantically. Somehow, when Asmias’ navy-blue pupils had flashed in Petero’s eyes during his failed attempt to take over. Something had unlocked in Mwezi’s mind and all the blocked memories had come back. In her car she had been sure that it was him. Even now she was a hundredContinue reading “IN THE HOLY CHAMBERS (excerpt)”

JOURNAL OF THIS KENYAN WOMAN

“Not as a feminist, but as a female” Dear Journal, I am sorry to wake you this late in the night. I wanted to come and weave these words earlier, but I had so many words and little ink to sort them into sensible structures. Well, right now I am here because I want toContinue reading “JOURNAL OF THIS KENYAN WOMAN”