It’s four minutes past ten in the morning as I churn this copy. A faulty faucet intersperses the placid air with intermittent drops of water. My right palm is frosty, my left tepid – just like my day so far. I roused at 4 am, under the relative quietude of the youthful morning and spent…

The week is petering out, heralding the weekend in its wake. I’m listening to retro pop songs in the background. It’s an enchanting day outside as I write this, the sun is up – like every other day this week – but it’s not harsh, just delightful. Friday is the youngest sister that hogs all…

I am churning this a few minutes to 12 noon on Thursday. The sun is searing outside, obliterating the fondness still lingering in the ether from Valetines Day. Lovers have reverted back to default anew at this point and the countdown to another blood soaked day begins, the hoopla has ebbed away. 2022 sure will…

She sashays on the highs of her heels, her clean limbed frame lofty over the insecure heights of blokes. She struts with her shoulders laid back a little, like an absolute quintessential runway model, her ebony skin shimmering under glorious light of the sun. She is an outlier, she eats with her hands in shindigs,…

I am perched studiously behind a laptop, with the right sleeve of my tee hiked up to my shoulder, like a highschool malefactor. Blinky Bill plays in the background on subtle volume, just the right volume for me to wear pensiveness and write. The door is ajar. Ever so slowly, wintry wind tenuously breathes into…

I haven’t had a considerable amount of sleep for over a week now. No matter how intentional I try to be and have some shut-eye by 11, I find myself drifting to the youthful hours of the morning. When the ambience is all quiet and the only things that float are brazen leathered folk, malevolence…

His eyes catches hers. They have this rheumy layer that ever so slowly breed tears. She is wearing a black headwear; shrouding herself in furtiveness, mourning her paramour even before he bites the dust. The despair is apparent on her face. Her robe loosely hangs on her frame, she has conspicuously lost weight. So far…

It’s balmy outside; like every day this year has been. The sun scorches the foreheads of men and stews folk wearing polo knit sweaters under their suits. I’m at a friend’s balcony, leaning on the rails; my eyes grazing at the distance. I savour the ambience of the day’s indolence, brooding in thought and frivolous…

Five minutes to 8 on a wintry morning, the elevator opens up to a vestibule. A bubbly receptionist sits behind a counter, phone sticking to her ear. You take in a lungful of air, exude a heavy sigh and amble to a glass door with a golden shingle, pulling it towards you. Naught. On the…

I am cooped in a rickety matatu galloping down Thika Road, perched precariously beside a window, dusk looms. Buildings and trees run against us, eventually being diminished by distance. I’m seated behind the waif driver, deflecting the thoughts diffusing off the back of his head. The only thing between us; that barrier propped behind the…