Last Sunday my pastor gave an interesting illustration in his sermon. In his bid to make us sincere Christians, he compared the love for God with teenage love. Some call it the first love. He had a point. That first romance is usually selfless, deep, intense and naïve. The whole world ceases to exist, except […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
NB: Because of certain transitions that might interfere with our proper functioning tomorrow, we will do this today. Another Thursday Special. “I have some weird pain in my chest,” Nancy says to her husband Philip, while looking at the television. She is watching her favourite soap opera. Philip looks up from the newspaper he is […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Recently, as I was going through some of my old books, I came across a few poems that I wrote between 2008 and 2014. Then I remembered that this blog has a tab called ‘Poetry’ that has so far remained untouched. I will share these pieces with you gradually, before I get the inspiration to […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Earlier this week I managed to get away from the city for a few days and went to the village. I was scheduled to attend my aunt’s (my father’s youngest sister) burial on Tuesday, but Nkaissery’s heart was softened and he declared Monday a public holiday. So I left on Sunday afternoon, just after the […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Meru men do not cry. As a matter of fact, a grown up man is not supposed to show any kind of emotion. Okay, in his younger days, he is allowed to express anger. Anger that can only be matched by the viciousness of his dog. The anger to be directed at maitha-enemies of the […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
This Wednesday as I was heading home, my mind was preoccupied with this week’s post. I had a couple of ideas, but I wasn’t sure any of them could be made into anything worth reading. And since I was going to Kajiado on Thursday morning, I actually toyed with the idea of postponing writing until […]Continue Reading... No Comments.