Habib: I feel lost. I’m lost in my own skin. Paradoxical, isn’t it? What happens when you become everything you despise? What then doc…. what’s left? Habib spoke with a soft voice, taking long pauses in between each sentence. Carefully selecting which words to use. Afraid to incriminate himself. Afraid to end up in a … Continue reading Habib.
Initially, I was going to write a fluff piece peppered with clever anecdotes. However, given the level of interest this topic has amassed, we might as well try to have a serious conversation. Samantha. A name I have officially struck off my list of baby names along with Eunice, Paul and Peter. It’s the 21st … Continue reading Barber shop talk – Samantha.
A unique species. Code name ‘la fisi.’ He is an animal that seems to be nocturnal in nature. Often residing in night clubs and other dimly lit environs. Preying on the weak and strong with no particular preference. Kenyan men are not wired like other men. I sometimes wonder if they have a complete circuit. … Continue reading Barber shop talk- Kenyan men
I am back. I guess you are probably wondering what I have been up to during my hiatus. I could say that I was hacked and deported. Claim a government death squad was sent to kill me forcing me to go into hiding. Better yet I could claim that I was abducted by aliens. Say … Continue reading 2018.
I took a seat by my bedroom window to read my mail the other day. The window overlooks a busy street below. People rushed across the street from one end to another. None bothering to check for oncoming traffic. Phones glued to their ears. Eyes glued to their screens. Late for one thing or another. … Continue reading Farewell
Hello, I send you written greetings from the other side of the veil. How is the grass on your side of the wall? Here it no longer grows. This might seem like it’s coming out of the blue but I miss you. They say time heals all wounds but it has been years and mine … Continue reading Letter to a lost lover.
Purity: Open this door, Jamaal! Fungua!! You think you can hide that little slut from me? Eh? You think that I am stupid. I know she is in there. Jamaal: You need to calm down. It's late, you will wake the neighbors. Purity: Fuck the neighbors (glass shatters). Open this damn door!! That is how … Continue reading The side piece.
Life, when you think about it, is all about memories. Every action we take -voluntary or involuntary- creates memories. Some are pleasant while others would rather be forgotten. Hidden away in a dark corner of your mind. Nostalgic moments are few and far between. Humans are programmed to remember unpleasant memories more easily than pleasant … Continue reading A walk down memory lane.
Half-naked and cold Christabel stirs from her induced slumber. The icy cold steel frame that has been her cage for the past two days sways side to side as the ship ploughs through the waves. She is at sea. 150 nautical miles from the St. Petersburg harbor to be precise. The skin on her back … Continue reading Christabel.
I’m sure you have heard of stories of people being left at the altar. I imagine it must be gut-wrenching. The groom has it rough because he will be stood up. The bride a no-show. Ego bruised for life. However, where the groom gets an epiphany and realizes that he is making a mistake while … Continue reading Left at the Morgue