My Thirty Cents


"How does it feel to be thirty?" The older the Berry...? If you have watched The Men's Club, then are you familiar with the phrase. That's not the point anyway. I'm in a Nganya somewhere along Ngong Road as I write this. Nganya, for my people in Diaspora, is a bus. Not any ordinary bus. … Continue reading My Thirty Cents


By The Edge of The Bridge


I must have given him so much power that he's reigned for years un-opposed. I have been his devoted puppet, always ready to jump at any jerk of the string. Brian gained access into my life to the degree that he logs in and out at his convenience. When he's logged out, all my calls … Continue reading By The Edge of The Bridge

Worthy Of Love


Babe! Wine on me tonight, you in? She asked. Always. I said in jest. Haha! Did I really need to ask? The question should have been, "Red or white"? Noted. Shall we do this again? Haha, Let's pretend it's what you asked and I'll say red. Ah! You too? Red wine is for fussers. Women … Continue reading Worthy Of Love