My hair chronicles: Episode 2

I tightly close my eyes, clench my teeth together and firmly tighten my fists.  This is going to hurt, I whisper to myself. I know so. I have had this pain before. Not once. Not twice. But many many times.  I have shed tears during this experience. Hated the person doing it and contemplated to…

My hair chronicles: Episode 1

When I was four, my mom used to make my hair. I was known as the tiny little dark girl with big hair. I was very thin, attributed to my loath for food and the persistence of diseases to eat up my few developing tissues. She would sit on a stool and I would place…

The monster in her dream

She 😢 and shivers as she rolls on the floor. She quickly crawls under the covers her hands drenched in sweat. She can hear it. It is moving closer and closer the bed breathing and groaning loudly with blood thirst. She grabs to the duvet clinging on it like it is her saving grace. She…

Janet Kanini lives on…

My heart bleeds for Janet but it cannot compare to what her family and close friends are feeling I know. However, it is still saddening and sorrowful to see a star so bright fade away. Janet was a soldier. Literally. She lit like fire, walked like fire and spoke fire. The first time I saw…

A kenyan gentleman?

Yesterday I witnessed a ‘gentleman’ moment. So the konda kept letting more and more people in every stop, I boarded a matatu to work and you know the usual Kenyan habit of matatus overloading. A white man probably in his late 30s or early 40s got in. He was in a white t-shirt, well-fitted jeans,…

I can’t write…

The monster that is every writer’s nightmare paid me a visit. Name, writers’ block. I have been fighting it for almost three weeks now and trust me it is worse than fighting with your partner. I mean can you imagine battling something that is in you, with you and constantly reminding you of your failure.…