Hosea is sitting, alone, at the balcony of Java, Kimathi Street. He has a nice view of the Nation Centre twin tower. His mug of coffee has gone cold, untouched. He contemplates calling her but stops himself midway and places his phone back on the table. He watches the pounding rain as though it is […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
“Why Lord?” she asks herself. She looks around her house. She lives in a bedsitter outside the city. She can feel frustration rising up her throat. A lump that is threatening to choke her. Instagram is becoming depressing. So is Facebook. All her friends’ lives seem to be going on well. Some are getting married. […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
The small town of Chuka was gripped by shock. Indeed, the entire country was in shock. People were talking in whispers in salons and barbershops. Even bars are subdued. Twenty people were dead.Hundreds were injured. Chuka Level Five Hospital was overwhelmed, as was Chogoria Mission Hospital. More people had been rushed to Embu Teaching and […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Sitting in her house, holding a cup of coffee with both hands, she still cannot believe it. It looks like a dream. One in which she is an outsider, watching herself from a distance. True, it has been an interesting year. One year in which she has certainly changed, and become a different person. Hopefully, […]Continue Reading... No Comments.