Big Things
(In loving memory of Joyce Sitati. Woman with dreams of big things. Even in your absence, the spirit … Read more
First Times
It is only 7.27 am but the sun is burning hard against my forehead. Already, I feel my armpits … Read more
Finding Home
I have spent two days thinking of an opening line for this blog post, and clearly, I suck at this. … Read more
The Year That Was
On the first day of this year, I woke up at five am, not because I had an important place to go to, … Read more
Starting Over
On the day I lost my job, I went back home to a tantalizing thirty-minute-long sex. I do not … Read more
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 … Read more
Human Home
There are slight rain drops on the outside. I can tell because the dust on my balcony allows the … Read more
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 … Read more
Walking Away
(For the people whose physical touches I have forgotten, whose breaths have been swallowed by the … Read more