I'm reading "Not yet Uhuru" when I hear a knock on the door. With Biko's wit and humour, I can't help laughing hysterically. I'm reluctant to open the door. Who wants to be distracted when in the middle of something? Something as fascinating as this? Not for the demands of courtesy, I wouldn't have opened … Continue reading Why Do We Suffer?
It’s Wednesday night. I'm by my escritoire (I've wanted to use that word) when my phone buzzes. It's a message. Him: Alphonse (Note that he mistyped my name), I am good man. Sema. I owe you Kahawa. Me: Oh, you've just reminded me. I'm good too. Him: Great. When are you free? Kesho or kesho … Continue reading Latte Macchiato
Never once did it occur to me that I’ll get to this point with her, let alone think of it. For me, she was just desperate for someone to talk to, someone to at least identify with. Why does she look at me the way she does whenever we cross paths? Why does she call … Continue reading Marjorie (Kadel)
Opiyo Odiwuor "A girl may crush a boy’s heart or make him feel infinite happiness. It was happiness that I felt, the first experience of what I would later feel for some other girls, a fondness for someone’s company that is unconcerned about having more than just the company. What is in friendship that makes … Continue reading To Come Home
Of Kimberly’s five floors, I have doors- in wing A- to knock at on the fifth, fourth, third and first floors. On a good day (bad ones aren’t spared either), I’m sure to stop by a friend’s to check on her among other reasons. I once read somewhere that your woman will stand by you … Continue reading I’m a Gentleman
I have a thing for windows. Staying caged in doors can be mind-numbing at times. Folks can bring you their frustrations for even the paltriest of mistakes, siblings can be a pain in the ass, (And this phrase, did I have to use it here? I told my big bro that I know I’m a … Continue reading I and Windows
“I hate you!” Even with that, she looked at me with despise written all over her face. After all, is my hate going to help her in any way? Maybe my love would. Her eyes have always triggered some venom in me. I expected old age to win me some respect from her but if … Continue reading Let Me Be