"Our best couple, were our exes." This is what she told me. This is the line that makes it difficult to write this story. Because this is a story that should not be written for a blog. It should be written for a movie. Scripts, actors, cameras and action. ************* The story. The sound Jennifer … Continue reading Then The Lights Came Back
One day before he left Migori, his dayo called him to her kitchen. She spoke to him from the other side of the smoke, he couldn't see her clearly but her frail drawling voice was unmistakable. She was blowing the fire with a plastic pipe. So, between her talks, there were gushes of air that … Continue reading Minji Minji
It was a yellow sticky note. The kind you have in a book with shorthand notes or the one stuck on the door of your fridge with a list of the groceries you'll need to buy. Or the one you file on the frame of your computer to remind you to call IT so they … Continue reading The Nine Lives of Lisa-Part 2
By her account, it is three in the afternoon when her friend's boyfriend call. They are organizing an engagement party at a club in town. She is handling logistics and the man is calling to check on the final details.She is seated in her corner office. Like all corner offices, figurative or real, there is … Continue reading The Nine Lives of Lisa-Part 1
Two days before Valentine’s, she walked to a gift shop in a slow street in Nairobi. She walked to that shop as anyone could walk, with money and expectations. She went to buy Ken, her boyfriend, birthday presents. His birthday was coming up and so was Valentine’s. She had taken days off and made reservations … Continue reading The Three Wise Men
Some children grow to become their parents. Meaning, if you met them halfway across the world and you knew their parents and not them, you'd swear with all your toes that you knew them from somewhere. They are dragged by the mannerisms and lifestyles of their parents like a comic caboose. A wagon they have … Continue reading Jar-Bless!
In his own words, he is great and he is Mark John. He is not just great at being Mark John, he is great because he is Mark John. He has made himself Mark John, and then he has made himself great. If you meet him, you want to get into his head and understand … Continue reading The Eternal Life of Mark John
When Miriam calls her husband, she is is yelling. It is not a yell out of anger, it is a mix of pain and anguish. Her daughter has not come home from school yet . And her phone is off. Her social media accounts haven't been active for hours and none of her friends is … Continue reading Two And Two Together?
By her estimate it is 12 midday on a Saturday. It could be sunny outside, she can't really tell. She is thirteen. She should be thirteen. Which is to say, she should not be here. At least not for what is about to happen. She is clutching at the foot-board of a hospital bed. It … Continue reading This Is June
A woman cries. I am sitting across her. I watch her as she goes through the emotions. I can smell the rawness of her pain. The depth she digs to be alive at this moment. To live again through a horror she says she wants to put to rest. It is that thing they say, … Continue reading Do I Really Know You?