love drama

As soon as I placed the phone on the coffee table, my mind went blank. I felt contempt for the cold, half-eaten French fries and chicken on the white plate, how ironical considering how greedily I’d munched the food just minutes before. My entire body...

PART 2 On the armchair by the bedroom window I snapped my fingers back and forth. My soul was lost in a thoughtless melancholy. The bedroom was still a mess; tissues still scattered, empty whiskey bottle toppled over and curtains still drawn and unmade...

The bottle of whiskey stood at the edge of my lampstand. The dirty, hard, crumbled tissues were scattered all over. I was alone in my bedroom. It was the fierce breeze that had just woke me up. The bottle was empty, but nothing could be said of my bladder....

“To Philadelphia” was what you told the black American chic next to you on Fly Emirates. She had just asked you which city you were going to. Holla sometime, she said, handing you a business card. It said she was a freelance writer and a blogger in New...

You arrived in Kwetu village a few minutes before noon. The midday sun was up and intense and the roads to your home were dusty. Kwetu, where you were born and where a large chunk of your kin still lived, was about forty kilometers north of Watamu and...

The sight of your new born son was marveling, but that was nothing close to the sight of Philadelphia City, the city of brotherly love as the Americans call it. A city beautiful with incredible sky crappers, countless superhighways, clean wide streets...

It’s been three years since William and I were fooling around at the back of his car. Ha! How fast time flies! William is a memory, a vivid one though, kept in my most private journal for the last three years. And not just there, of course, the soft copy...

The smell of stale cigarette smoke is hovering all over my head. The sounds of unsophisticated contemporary music is invading the air― Furi Furi by Jimmy Gait being one of them― and I’m left wondering why such songs play here, in this bar, or any bar...

Leaving Kimani’s* office makes me feel like a hero of sorts. I call my best friend across the country tell her all about it― what I told you in part II of the game. “Kimani gave you his number?” she gasps after I tell her how the afternoon was, bisecting...

Business has resumed in 2015. The year has kicked off to a busy start. Kimani’s* office is adjacent to mine. I usually see his pickup truck passing by highway every day from my office window. Sometimes I wonder what would have been of us had we exchanged...