Writing Stories!
The first time I saw Donald was in my office. I was running late to work on that particular day which is unusual for me as I try to keep up with time, in every area of my life. But as unscripted as life can be, my car tire went flat barely 20 minutes after Continue Reading
Touché! That had to be his favorite word. I remember him saying it more times than he said any other singular word. “Touché!” He wrote me when I accused him of being too direct in his texts. That word, nothing else. But that was Alexander, that was the way he communicated. He wasn’t a man Continue Reading
2008. Susan Ayankele’s slender figure sat nervously at the edge of Mike’s Vitafoam mattress, dropped on the bare floor of his apartment. She pressed her lean legs together and exhaled heavily. Here she was, a nineteen year old, hundred level student in the apartment of a popular final year boy. She would be the envy Continue Reading
*LIFE AS I KNEW IT* Stand in front of a mirror, raise one arm high overhead, with four middle fingers flat, move gently in small circular motions over the entire breasts…. That was the instruction on the leaflet. They had been sharing those two page leaflets around my office for days. The cancer awareness people Continue Reading
KWALE, 1993. Thunderstorms rumbled outside the thatched house of mama Awele as rain heavily pattered down to the old roof and unto the sandy ground. Every family in the small village was taking shelter in their huts, while some slept from the cold and relaxing feeling the rain brought, others warmed their afternoon meals in Continue Reading
12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe too hard. The hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber stood still with her. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance – tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing Continue Reading
I dream of you. I wake up and pick up my phone to text you. There’s an uneasy lump in my throat as I type you a two page text. I spill my heart out on these pages. I read all I’ve written, twice I think.
It’s hard just thinking about it. PART ONE. It was a Friday in September. That Friday started off like any other day, Ene and I woke up, had our baths and rushed out for Lectures. We returned afterwards, prepared lunch, ate and relaxed on our beds. As we lay engrossed with our phones, she Continue Reading
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