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’t

THAT MORIO

“Wakasa, Nocha Mwirobi Okhayiya sa na bikhana ta.’’ “Wakasa, when you go to Nairobi, study, don’t just focus on making the rounds with women.” That’s what Wakasa’s grandmother told him before he moved to Nairobi five years ago.  Right now I am seated next to him, patiently waiting for him to stop crying. I am

IN THE HOLY CHAMBERS (excerpt)

                                   MWEZI crouched in the corner of her room, her head between her knees. Her shoulders shook violently as she cried silently. Ever since she was a child, Mwezi had imagined very many different versions of her life as a young adult, but never did she think that at twenty-four her life would be such a complete