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.
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.