Originally posted on KASHiVOLOGY:
And there he sat, at the corner table of the tea house, savoring each sip of the black Darjeeling tea. The look in the infidel’s eye fanned my curiosity and I was instantly drawn towards him. I wanted to know this man who sat aloof from the world yet being an…
Mary looked defeated. She was weak, wasted and sad. Her chubby self had been reduced to skin and bones; her once radiant skin, now as pale as death, masking the ordeal inside. She lay in bed motionless, her eyes fixed at one spot on the ceiling… Nicely tucked in the hospital bed, her thoughts drifted to the first day she learnt she was suffering from cancer. She had felt her world turn dark and upside down. Her hopes………… Read More THE POWER OF LOVE.
The fuggy heat pressed in on them making droplets of sweat to form on their foreheads and coalesce to form streams that bathed their necks and backs to wet their shirts and vests. Their kinky black hairs cocooned their heads in simmering heat, frying their brains. Not a thing moved under the scorching rays of… Read More IN THE BUS
Originally posted on understanding relationships:
Five years ago eighty percent of Kenya’s registered voters woke up at the crack of dawn and lined up to possibly elect their next best leaders. It is almost five years later and some of those who voted are now reminiscing about the choice they made that day while casting…
Originally posted on Eric Jordan Campbell:
I meant every word I ever said to you . Every single one. My sentences never had punctuation because I’m not a fan of putting an end to something that isn’t over yet; that’s why semicolons exist. When we spoke, every breath I inhaled had the effects of opium…
‘If I didn’t do it in 7 weeks, will I do it in one week?” The Son of Nyaboke is worried. “Next time. Next time I will be more be focused. Next time I will read more. I will do more. Next time!” Greetings! Eight weeks ago, it came into my life. A small, tiny… Read More Medical school taught me….. that I’m stronger than I ever thought.
The iron box moved back and forth, leaving the shirt sharper and hotter with every trip it made on it. The shirt became smooth…….and smoother but I ironed on, the back and forth wriggling of the iron box intensifying the antagonism of the two voices in my mind. “Do it today!” One of the voices… Read More The Meeting.
