“Bella! Bella!” Her mother’s voice tore through the door of her room again. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, slid the note under her pillow and rushed for the door knob. As she flung the door open, she put on the deceptive face that always hid her emotional turmoil when she was away from… Read More The Beautiful Mistake.
Vidija was the first to go. The braveness that had hitherto been synonymous with his name suddenly melted away, revealing the chickenhearted boy underneath. His feet hardly touched the ground, colour drained from his face, blood pounded in his ears, the heart thudded in his chest, a hurricane hit his mind and his heavy breathing… Read More THE FIVE CLOWNS. (Part 2.)
PART THE FIRST…….. God gives us burdens that we can bear and makes light the yolk that weighs us down. That day a part of me died. A part of me died with her….. I still hear the silence of her breath, I still feel the cold of her hands and the rigor mortis of… Read More RIGOR MORTIS
I stand and stare at the girl in the mirror, She is beautiful, with lovely chestnut hair, Her skin, light, almost lighting up, Smooth even to the eye, That girl, she was THE girl! They called her ‘hot’, ‘smoking’, ‘malaika’, They sung her songs and wrote her poems, Her longest relationship, of the twelve, was… Read More THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR AND I.
The matatu played loud Kwangwaru music as we sped past the leafy suburbs of Karen. Each beat pulsated through my numb and shivering body threatening to deafen my ears. With every beat, the floor vibrated vigorously, drowning the incessant noises of the passengers. Bramwel sat beside me silent, engrossed in his phone and obviously oblivious to the… Read More THE FIVE CLOWNS. (Part 1.)
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
