The first time I ever traveled solo was last year in December. I was in a bad place psychologically and emotionally; all I wanted to do was run as far away as I could from the workplace and home environment. My soul found solace at Distant Relatives Ecolodge in Kilifi. There’s something healing about solitude... Continue Reading →
It’s lunch hour. On a good day, I would be munching away on a home-made Egg and Avocado and tomato sandwich; or those cheap-but-oh-so-good chicken wings from Quickmart. But then I’m stuck on my work station, a tidy mess of notebooks, lidless pens , calculators, water bottles , scrap paper sheets and mud stained drawings... Continue Reading →
A case of the Supposed to-be’s - Ze Frank I sit here thinking about all the things I was supposed to be, but I ain’t. Then the thoughts come hard at me; bashing from every direction. I can’t sleep. It’s 2:00am and I have work tomorrow. I stand in front of the mirror, bare baked.... Continue Reading →
Easy. It all starts that way. The long texts, the voice notes filled with warmth and sweet nothings, the long phonecalls that plunge deep into the night's thick bossom. You will wake up to him tagging you in videos he thinks you might like- she will mention you in all the funny tweets or places she... Continue Reading →
When the conductor says "Wanne iende.." 2. When you believe the conductor's "wanne iende" lies only to enter the matatu and find nobody... 3. When the conductor tells you "Uko na mbao nikupee nikupee 1070 bob"' 4. How conductors pretend they have forgotten to give you change 5. How you look at the conductor when... Continue Reading →
Living dead , death, carcass, life is a lived experience
Dear Jessica, It starts out like a candle flame; the yellow glow steady, eerily beautiful and full of warmth. Then along the way, gusts of wind blow by and the yellow glimmer turns into a raging bush fire in the savanna, consuming every single thing standing on its path. The warmth transforms into scorching heat;... Continue Reading →
Dear Jessica, May the love of a man or lack thereof never keep you up at night; denying you precious sleep. May you never agonize over men that don't love you as you should be loved. 'May you never cry and beg on your knees for bad love to stay' I hope you know... Continue Reading →
When the Creator puts a full stop on the prose that is your life ; when the Grim Reaper comes for his dues; when you return to the darkness from which you came: Who shall weep for you when you die? On that day; when the shell that is your body lies in a wooden... Continue Reading →
You show up at work looking like Nicky (from Orange is the New Black); hair’s a mess; dark eye bags beneath you bloodshot eyes; body limp and tired. You can't stand the sight of your reflection in the mirror. ‘You look really bad, you should probably get some rest' 'I will… I will’ How do... Continue Reading →
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