Just a SleepOver

In loving memory of Jim Karu What would you do if you woke up to find the person you slept with dead in bed? I’ve never really asked myself…

Tears from my Childhood

April 21st 2001 Dear Diary, I am a ten-year-old, seated at one of the corners inside my grandmother’s granary, sacks filled with maize…

Human Home

There are slight rain drops on the outside. I can tell because the dust on my balcony allows the petrichor to grace my nostrils, in amounts…

Things I am, Things I do, Things Live for

Among the few gifts I received on my birthday, an anonymous person sent me a gift card in which they asked: Do you get scared? How do you…

Walking Away

(For the people whose physical touches I have forgotten, whose breaths have been swallowed by the air around me. Whose footprints have…

Freedom, At Last

July 4th 2019 might remain to be the day permanently etched in my mind, just because it is the day I quit a job I had been at for roughly…

End of The Road

For the one who holds ransom a greater part of my heart. The one who kills me softly with their words, unknowingly, because to them, sadness…

Musings of an Eight-Year-Old

It is mid-morning. No dew. No chirping birds. Just the vrooms from vehicles and the screaming of running kids. Or mothers shouting at their…

You Will, One Day

You will, one day, find yourself standing at the very edge of the railway line. Right at the spot where if the train passed at its usual…

Breaking Loose

It has been long since I was last here. Long since I had something worth writing here; that people would dash to read, and leave satisfied…

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