Author: ronbarasa
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Nakujia Wig
“Hii ndio the weirdest request nishaipata from anyone…” “I’m so sorry I asked, tunaeza assume I never asked urudi kwako tu kabla afike…” “Naah,nishacome… either way my life needs some drama,nimeboeka sana…” “Haha, I hope me asking for such a weird favour won’t make it awkward later tukipitana kwa stairs…” “Acha kwanza huyu dame yako […]
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Paradise Lost
A good life is the goal, ultimately. That you’ll get to a certain point in your life, a checkpoint of some sort, look back and hopefully be proud of how everything turned out. But what kind of life would we consider as good? What parameters do we use to measure this elusive sense of pride […]
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Mawili Matatu…
We all have things, or people, that we’d rather remain in our past than have them sprout in the future and blindside us. You know, it sometimes feels like we are still the same people we were years ago but, are we really? Well, probably your favourite dessert hasn’t changed in the last decade, but […]
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Take Me with You
I find it hard to accept that watching you sing is the only reason I go to that bar. Their fried wings are to die for, that I agree. But I try not to order them the nights you’re on stage. I’m one of those that can’t climb stairs while chewing; multi-tasking is a bitch. […]
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A Game of Hearts
The hardest conversations are mostly had behind walls, in the dark sometimes, and so, my curiosity as a writer had me thinking… What if you were a fly perched on one of those walls, eavesdropping, listening to every word they said, what would your reaction be? Would you empathize or point fingers? Would you think […]
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Born to Tell
I’ve always thought I know who I am, and I do to some extent. But I’ve also put myself in situations I’d rather not be in, and in such moments, doubt sips in and I almost cannot recognize my reflection in the mirror. My mum says she named me after a Pastor she used to […]
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Where Do You Stand?
Politicians are being friendly again. They are as we are; walking amongst us, eating at local vibandas and high fiving every mama mboga they can lay their hands on. It’s like we’re at the club and we, the voters, are the girl every man at the club wants. Only that we tend to make the […]
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Go On…
I saw your photo the other day, you still can turn heads alright. It felt like I was staring at a beautiful, familiar stranger. Like I had known you from a past life but never met you in the current. But we both know where we’ve been, how our excitement for each other drew the […]
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It’s a ‘You’ Affair
Do you ever set your alarm, vow to wake up early and start that project you’ve been stalling for 6 months just to snooze it for the millionth time in a row? And for the millionth time, you almost convince yourself that you’re not really cut for this, that you were not meant to pursue […]
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The Sins of our Fathers
Her handkerchief was so wet from all the weeping she had been doing I felt guilty that I didn’t have an extra one. “My brother didn’t deserve kuuliwa, ata kama alikuwa amefanya nini…” she continued, rubbing her nose again. I knew our conversation would be a hard one to have but even then, I couldn’t […]
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