Hey Dad, it’s me. Tandy. Your favourite daughter. I wish that were true. I always came in at the bottom of your list like a fine print. I don’t know where to start. I know we have not spoken in years but I think it’s about time we buried the hatchet. I heard you are … Continue reading Tandy.
‘The following events were inspired by a true-life story’. When you see this caption before a movie starts you know it’s time to grab the popcorn because it’s going to be good. There are several reasons that can cause a promise to be broken. Financial. Emotional. Physical. If I promised you that we will climb … Continue reading Broken promises; let me tell you why love sucks.
Father’s Day was a few days ago and I had intended to do another tribute. Start a tradition of sorts. I had been working on it for a while, picking and choosing from the abundance of stories to tell about the life and times of Allan Karanja. A very interesting man. A couple of hours … Continue reading Jan 18th
Those were not her exact words but her face spoke emotion so profound it cannot be penned to paper. In his arms she often said she felt safer and he gave her what she taught him. Love. Before he had not felt anything close to and after he was certain there would be nothing left … Continue reading She said Yes!
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.