YARROW

The evening looks cheerful as I watch the six of them down shots of whiskey one after another, their laughter drowning in the loud afro-fusion unleashed by the DJ. I look at the glass of apple juice in my hand and sigh.  I don’t belong in this place full of strobe lights, lined up shots,Continue reading “YARROW”

HIS SKELETON

I watch him stagger towards me. No, he isn’t drunk, but he can barely see. “Natty…” Lyesa whispers as he heavily lands on his knees next to my bed. He wraps his hands around my waist, buries his head in my stomach and weeps. For the first time in the twenty-six years of my life,Continue reading “HIS SKELETON”

AS LONG AS THE MOON ENDURES

I am seated in the corner of one café sipping my double espresso because its taste reminds me of my present when suddenly a slender, short human slumps on the seat directly opposite me. She smiles gently and stretches her hands to hold my left one. I lift my left brow as she says, “Aiiiii,Continue reading “AS LONG AS THE MOON ENDURES”

THE MAN AT THE CORNER

You can call me paranoid, but I believe that even you would be scared. If you met a man at the corner who stares at you intently as you approach and as you leave, you’d be scared too. So, I have decided to move house. Tsk, hear me out. I moved to Witness Suites aContinue reading “THE MAN AT THE CORNER”

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 amContinue reading “THAT MORIO”

“CALL ME DADDY”

“Anita, call me Daddy.” Anthony whispered. I felt pure anger as I listened to him. The grip on my phone tightened with every word he uttered. The Audacity!! How can that man come back to our lives and act as if nothing happened? No, I refuse to call him Daddy. I refuse to call himContinue reading ““CALL ME DADDY””