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…

Too Much, It Hurts

Dear Death, I hope you identify the oxymoron in the start line, because as much as I want to hate you so much and call you all sorts of…

Dear Diary (Scars, Part 3)

Dear diary, I don’t know why, today of all days, I have decided to speak to you about things that happened so long in my life. Maybe it’s…

Scars (Part 2)

There will come a time they’ll entice you, Adore you from dusk till dawn, Worship at your feet every evening. They will wallow in your sweat…

Scars

My hands trembled with the fingers holding the bottle in a loose grip. As the clock slowly ticked to midnight, I waited patiently for the…

The Greed, the Death, the Pain

Dear Ezra, I do not know why I am writing this to you; maybe because it’s the only way I can free myself from this entangle called life…

You, Me and Them

Hey baby, Each time I promise myself not to call you by that name, each time I try to call you by your name, my mouth suddenly runs dry, my…

No One Told Me

I have been having this conversation in my head for quite some time now. I swear there was a time I had all the perfect lines to express…

Dawn of Doom (Part 2)

(If this is your first time, you probably should first read The Dawn of Doom (Part 1) Sunday, 16th October 2016 Candice is seated alone in…

The Dawn of Doom (Part 1)

Saturday, May 8th 2016 Kisimani, Bombolulu, Mombasa Candice is in her single shack of a room, damp air, dull curtains, poor ventilation…

My Dad and I (Part 1)

I hate the sound of the word ‘family’. I hate the bang it gives my ears. I hate the bile it fills my stomach with when I hear it. I hate the…

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