Of Undressed Nights and Cigarettes

As a man you don’t get to live His right hairy leg, his left beneath it, dangles on the edge of the bed. Over his shoulder, he looks at her. Her eyes closed but not fully closed, she is asleep. He stares at her—her short kinky hair now freed from the blonde wig; her dry…

Write On Me

Tigoni St. Andrew’s Road November 16, 2017 11:34 p.m. September fifteenth, two months ago, I vowed before God and man that I would love her with all I was and everything I had. Cherish and protect her, as well. I meant every single word. And she was emotional, my girl. Her eyes were brimmed with…

Before My Eyes

Nairobi Milimani Law Courts March 13, 2002 10:17 a.m. … The court has considered and weighed the aggravating and mitigating circumstances found to exist in this case, bearing in mind that human life is at stake here. The court finds, as did the jury, that the aggravating circumstances present in this case outweigh the mitigating…

Behind The Sheets

Ngong Johari Lodging, Bed & Breakfast 13/5/2018 2:15 a.m. I Azari Baraza He grips her thigh Take you Andrew Mbogori. Thrust. Grunt. Moan. To be my lawful wedded husband He places her thigh over his shoulder. Forsaking all others He pulls out and thrusts. Harder. She opens her eyes and meets his. Moan. Grunt. For…

Broken Mirror

Juja – Bus stage Supa Metro Bus Bound to Nairobi 28/8/2017 7:20 a.m. I’m standing in line as passengers board the bus. This is a first in Juja, passengers standing in line. Before, well even now, you can’t afford to stand in line as you wait to get into a matatu— a bus you could…

Coffee | 5

“You come here often,” It’s a statement or a question, depending on how you look at it. Z breathes out, “I used to when my wife was alive, hii ndio ilikuwa baze but now it’s not that often. It’s a nice place, right?” I take in the place, “Yes it is. I like the ancient…

Write Your Own Story

Thursday. With the ongoing lecturers strike which sucks by the way, I had a class at 11. The lecturer decided to be a Joshua and offered to take us— the tourists, to the far away land, Canaan. Yours faithfully was super excited, wharra you sayin’! Wednesday, the previous night, I set the alarm for 8.00…

Talk | 4

“Here, use this,” The man takes me out of my reverie. I look at him, his eyes are on the (his) so white handkerchief which he wants me to have. “No…no. I’m fine.” I quickly wipe my tear with my thumb and assume my previous position; looking outside the window. Did he just try to…

Stay | 3

“You look tired,” she says behind my back. I’m looking outside the window, hands in my sweat pants pockets. The night is still, star bright and cold. I take a deep breath and turn my head to the side, “Glad you see that. What else do you see?” Was that rude? I’m broken. She is…

Mine | 2

Since you left, this week, I’ve not been able to come in here, I know you know but I just want to tell you. I have no one else to tell, to speak to. People are taaalking to me, they really are however each time they do my subconscious kicks in, “You’ve heard that before”….