Dear Jessica : Remember Tomorrow

Portrait shot on the streets of Lamu - April 2017  8th October 2017 Dear Jessica; Some todays are like freshly baked buttery cinnamon rolls; pleasant to the senses. The orchestra of glazed crispy dough, melted cinnamon sugar and raisins as they swirl in your mouth is all so perfect. On those today’s; you bask in... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Everyday Matatu Struggles in Nairobi

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 →

Press, Play, Repeat.

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 →

Dear Jessica: The Prologue

12th October 2016 Dear Jessica; I am balancing awkwardly on the side of my bed as I type this. One of my legs is dangling, while the other half  is stretched. Reason for these theatrics? Well, my laptop battery and charger got fried a couple of months back;  it's pretty much a desktop, more or... Continue Reading →

On My Death Bed

It will take 5 days before they find me. The stench of decomposing human flesh will lead them to my corpse.  They will not need to break the door; I have never believed in locking up. They shall find me sprawled on the bedroom floor, atop my favorite maroon, zebra-striped carpet ; a gory, stinky mess.... Continue Reading →

Wambui

“Hi! I’m Wambui. You must be my date” Aah, Wambui. There was something rather off about that name. It reminded of the women in those dinghy bars in downtown, or that shady ka-local bar in the ghetto. Those bars where people are chromed in worse than sardines in can. Those bars that reek of stale... Continue Reading →

Up ↑