The Suicide Note

The Suicide Note

Dear Pat, I am writing because I am unable to do anything else. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to sleep. I have been able to eat…

Memories of the Ghost

Memories of the Ghost

The Saturday chill, at 7:05 a.m., makes me curl my toes inside the cosy blanket as I turn on the other side. The rumbling in my stomach…

The Pillows

The Pillows

I manage to slip out of the office at midday, hoping that what I have done for the day will be enough. I curse underneath my breath as the…

Voices

Voices

She hung herself; my mother, in our single-roomed, mud-walled, newly-thatched main house. I saw how fear rose through her, how it cuddled…

Unquenched Thirsts

Unquenched Thirsts

Every day, I continue to hate the very first day our paths crossed. I curse at the cold morning, pushing me farther and farther out of town…

Stalker in my Head

Stalker in my Head

I am struggling to breathe. I am panting. I am trying, in vain, to pull myself up. There are a million sharp needles sitting tight on my…

Voices in Your Head

Voices in Your Head

“You curl up in bed as you listen to Charlie Puth’s “attention”. You wonder if you’re the being who just wants attention; nothing more…

Locked

Locked

The first time I set foot at a police station, I sat in one of the dingy corners, on a thin, short, hard wooden bench, with my arms folded…

Fallen Crowns

Fallen Crowns

(For the silent nights that go unnoticed, because all the memories we have of them are tear-soaked pillows. For the lights that shine a…

Some Nights

Some Nights

I am seated at the farthest end of the dingy joint, facing the blank wall that breathes nothing but fate, guilt, fear and shame. My back is…

Big Black Body

Big Black Body

I turn to lie on my left side, again, for the fourth time in the past one minute. I try to pull the blanket all over my face, nothing. I…

The Void (Part 2)

The Void (Part 2)

(If you haven’t read part 1 of The Void, click Here) I am standing next to an old bus; those which homeless people turn into their homes…

The Void

The Void

I love coffins. They are closed, fitting, silent, cold, peaceful and inviting. They are homes to everyone who seeks peace in another world…

Secrets

Secrets

We got married at the Attorney General. It was not what I wanted. But she, was the one I wanted. She had always wanted a white wedding. With…

One Day (Part 2)

One Day (Part 2)

(If you haven’t read part 1 of One Day, Click Here) You will spend the rest of your days walking with your head bent, occasionally looking…

One Day

One Day

One day, you will walk into your one-roomed house and stumble upon a folded piece of paper as you open the door. It will fall through one of…

After This, Maybe I Will

After This, Maybe I Will

George, It is 10.21 pm. I am lying in my bed, no sleep in my eyes but the fatigue in my bones threatens to break me. I turn. I am waiting…

Tears from my Childhood

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…

You Will, One Day

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

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 (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)

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

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

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

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

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)

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)

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)

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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