Every Story is an Oasis of Serenity
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
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
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
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
Have you Loved someone who couldn't love you back? How did it feel?
Dear Little Seventh Heaven, For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you. 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 … Continue reading Open Letter To My Daughter
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
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
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
Wine With Wanjiku 