They want to tell you their stories. Their stories are told in a same monotone, almost banal in their sadness. Stories of despair. Stories that left scars in th...
I can’t slaughter a hen. In fact, I am the only person in my family that has no stomach to slaughter a hen. Okay, my sister can’t as well, but that’s unde...
I started jogging. I know, I know, the thought of it makes your mind jog. I started on Monday (after years of procrastination) together with my neighbor (his fi...
I have been to almost all the East African capital cities. Wait, is anyone keeping track of the number of East African countries? How many are they now? 5, 7? I...
The fan whirrs above me. It has done so from the time I entered in here and it never seems to help that much; It’s still stewing hot. I am boiling. Everyone i...
Hold up, let me first dress up. I can’t go downtown without dressed; I am always cautious of my safety. What if I go downtown and I get bruised? No, I won’t...
He thought I’d forget. He’s always labeled me a forgetful twat. I had warned him about calling me a twat, but he always laughed it off. And I told him that ...
