• Legends

    I’m a bit emotional today. People close to me have lost their loved ones over the weekend and I share in their grief by extension. For me, the closest I have come to losing a loved one, is a friend who was more like a brother. That is an indescribable kind of sorrow that I … Continue reading Legends

  • Dawa That Heals Heartbreak

    Hey there people. Happy New Week! I know it’s been a coons age yes? I am sorry I kept you this long. Katerina, I see you there smiling already. Thairu, I see you sir. Cphie, I can see the anxiety ma’am. Anna Banana, I see you looking at me with contempt about to ask me … Continue reading Dawa That Heals Heartbreak

  • A Sip for Mothers

    It’s such a dull morning today. Or is it just me? Anyway, we are going to rejoice and be glad in it whatsoever, sindio! We shall all make it lovely. And before we proceed, I am serving special tea today. Say what there? You said something at the back there? Wine? Haha No! No wine … Continue reading A Sip for Mothers

  • Je t’aime

    I love to write about Katerina. Because she doesn’t mind that I write about her or that I use her real name. It’s not often we find friends who allow us to write about them and so when we do, we are cautious to not squander the chances. So Katerina, same Katerina I wrote about … Continue reading Je t’aime

  • My Thirty Cents

    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 gave 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 … 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

  • The Foot of Thompson Falls

    My people, do you remember Joel? We talked about him here. The tall black guy I met in a matatu that evening the rains flooded the streets of Nairobi…Remember now? Well I needed a saviour and the shoe fit him perfectly. Because a bunch of notorious folk have broken the trustworthness of Mpesa payments. Y’all … Continue reading The Foot of Thompson Falls

  • Love Deserves A Day

    Silence please! A minute… All you people from the back there… a minute please! I know you are excited. I can see it from those cheerful eyes. You should be. It’s a beautiful morning/afternoon/night (dependent on whichever part of the world you’re reading from) I will be very brief. I can see some of you … Continue reading Love Deserves A Day

  • Let Me Take From My Cup

    My mind has been wandering a lot lately. Whenever I sit behind this keyboard to talk about Joel, I get lost in my thoughts. My imagination begins to overlap with reality and I start to worry over things unrelated to the task. I eventually delete everything and tuck myself to bed believing it was some … Continue reading Let Me Take From My Cup

  • Divided Attention

    When we fight, we go at it tooth and nail. We will be standing toe to toe at each other’s throats exchanging ugly words nearly scratching each other’s eyes out and splitting hairs. We will make an issue of something and we will cross swords fighting like cats and dogs. It’s unhealthy but also therapeutic. … Continue reading Divided Attention

  • Un-cry My Tears

    What If; So what if I still check under my bed? Before getting into bed; my bed that lacks warmth, At mid night, Just in case the thief sneaked in through the cracks, Only for him to wake me before the crack of dawn, Just when sleep could no more shun my yawn, Just when … Continue reading Un-cry My Tears

  • Hopelessness

    I was his mint chocolate chip. I often puzzled about whatever it is Gab saw in me. I was at my lowest. I always had on loose-fitting pants and t-shirts to hide my skin-and-bones. I had lost too much weight from the stress I was battling at the time. I had come from a marriage … Continue reading Hopelessness

  • A Blessing In Disguise

    Aatma is slavishly beautiful. She has marble eyes – bright and beautiful; they let her see things you cannot see. Like the expression on your face when you make a mistake. Should she gaze at you, she’ll certainly reduce you to ashes.Her skin tone is a shade of brown; moderate brown and she stands at … Continue reading A Blessing In Disguise

  • Talk To My Lawyer

    Talk To My Lawyer

    Do you remember that Monday evening I told you I was meeting Masha? Yes? Okay we met. I know y’all waited for the bluez last Monday but I was cruising somewhere I couldn’t be here. But here we are today. So, currently Masha lives within my hood. We had to meet at a local. Not … Continue reading Talk To My Lawyer



    SOMEHOW! Today, I woke up with some Adele in mind,I remembered my High School cubical buddy, Bridget,She had this strong euphonious voice; one very pleasing to the ear.She loved Adele’s songs.That’s how I knew Adele.That’s how I knew Someone like youI remember dedicating it to the first boy that broke my heart.I remember writing down … Continue reading SOMEHOW

  • Local HeartAche

    Local HeartAche

    Jared, (not his real name) called me one evening. I have not known his voice to have any kind of emotions. I have known him long enough to know he has a savorless speech pattern. Just flat. We went to the same school at some point. We were never really close though. I will not … Continue reading Local HeartAche

  • An Open Letter To My Dream Boat

    An Open Letter To My Dream Boat

    Have you Loved someone who couldn’t love you back? How did it feel?

  • Open Letter To My Daughter

    Dear Little Seventh Heaven, I’m not such a great fan of mirrors. May be because I’m very shy. The image in the mirror will go something like, “damn girl! you sexy piece of sh*t…” then I will feel sheepish and be like, ah stop…! Not to mean I don’t stand in front of one to … Continue reading Open Letter To My Daughter

  • My Cup of Hot Lemon

    My Cup of Hot Lemon

    Friday’s are unusually very long. Especially for me when I have a date with a story after work. My day job involves something far, very far, from story telling, but I get to hear more than enough stories before close of business. Like how this woman took a loan from the Bank for her ex-husband. … Continue reading My Cup of Hot Lemon

  • A Half Baked Man

    A Half Baked Man

    Usually when someone asks me to meet at Java, I get jittery. I am tempted to ask them, “Do you know my ex?” Then I get anxious over what their response would be. I am afraid they might say; that tall, dark, lean guy with black silky hair from the crown of his head to … Continue reading A Half Baked Man

  • You Don’t Say No To Panda

    You Don’t Say No To Panda

    Milly is a 28 years old single mum who caught herself in a circle of affair she hadn’t anticipated. She has so far healed and moved on with her life in peace and boost of an unconditional love for her offspring

  • The Early Bird Caught The Worm

    The Early Bird Caught The Worm

    When Moses came to fetch for me, he bound himself to bring me back in the twinkling of an eye. He stood by his word. It did not take long before I could feel the stretcher on the move down the hallway. “Move! Excuse!” That rich husky voice must have belonged to Moses, the charismatic … Continue reading The Early Bird Caught The Worm

  • It Was Not Planned

    It Was Not Planned

    whoever wants to get pregnant at 20 really? I guess every girl at this point dreams of the convectional good-life. You know the one where you graduate, get a good job, get married and live happily ever after.”

Every Story is an Oasis of Serenity

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