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.
Pamela breaks down for the a-millionth time. The coffin is being lowered into the grave. In that box, going six feet under, is her son, the first of seven children. A hard-working boy who had stepped up to support her and his siblings since his father died four years ago. He did this mainly by […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Celestine sits, numb. The cup of coffee has now grown cold, yet it has hardly been tasted. Her hands are trembling. So she pulls the shawl around herself. She is still wearing the black chiffon dress she had worn to the airport. She puts the cup of coffee on the glass table and stretches herself […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
Last December, one of my aunts passed away. I was asked to write a tribute, but I initially declined. My reason was simple: I barely knew her. I had last seen her in 2002. And in 2002, I was a shy 12 year old boy who had just discovered that mentioning adults’ names was not […]Continue Reading... 7 Comments.
(Continued from The Alpha Female) “Hello Tom” Jane says. Tom picks after the second ring. “Hi Jane” Tom’s voice does not betray any emotion. Jane takes a deep breath. “I am just calling to say I am sorry for bursting out earlier.” Pause. The momentary silence is perhaps the only indication that Tom was hurt. […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
Mutiso is frustrated. He has tried to call the Cabinet Secretary to no avail. The CS for Vehicles and Trains, Mohammed Abdulahi, is known to have the President’s ear. And Mutiso needs him now to persuade the President to change his mind. There has to be a way out of this mess that does not […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
Jane taps the top of the table with her pen impatiently. “So what exactly are you saying Philip? Is the project feasible or not?” “It depends on how you look at it. If we inject 50 million into it, it will succeed. But then again, the profit margin could be marginal. In fact, there may […]Continue Reading... 12 Comments.
Job is in a good mood. It is a fine Tuesday evening. He is already done with the day’s work, so he logs in to Facebook to see what the world has been about. “Hawa madktari wako na ujinga sana. Wafungwe kabisa. Lazima Korti ziheshimiwe,” he says to no one in particular. Lorna, seated on […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Sam eats his meal quietly. Jane, his wife, is also eating silently. Their spoons hit the plates and the clicking sounds are the only noises in the room. Sam looks up to see his wife studying him carefully. “What?” he asks defensively. “Don’t you think you are being too hard on yourself?” He does […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
Idriss is dejected. Why is life so unfair to him? He has worked so hard on this thesis. But his supervisor has let him down. The lecturer has never been in a hurry, though Idriss met all their agreed timelines. Now Idriss is going to miss out on the promotion. Nancy will surely get it […]Continue Reading... No Comments.