Category: Fiction
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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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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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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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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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The Doves of Nairobi
The kiosk she sat in was a few yards from the school’s gate. She hoped this was a safe distance to watch him from and not raise any alarm. Although she had a cap on, the makeshift umbrella she sat under also served as the perfect camouflage, allowing her to intently survey who came for […]
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Of Life, Love & Doughnuts
“You’re the first person that’s insisted tukutane in person…” I started as we settled in. “It’s because we know each other from way back, I don’t mind seeing a brother again,” he reiterated, roughly slapping my left shoulder from across the table. The morning looked like a funeral, grey and grim, with slight showers covering […]
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The Devil’s My Roommate
The sound of him opening his whiskey bottle sipped through my laptop’s speakers as I sat there anxious, the weight of the tale I awaited holding me to my chair. “Nilikuambia siezi piga hii story nikiwa sober,” he winced, and I could almost feel the liquor burn a trench down his throat. “I have no […]
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The Yin to His Yang
It’s hard for the black sheep to hide in a crowd, but it’s almost impossible if the crowd is made up of 2 people. Are we ourselves because of all the ways we are different from the rest, or are we what we are because of all the things we have in common with people […]
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Tame Your Horses
The heart wants what it wants, we tell ourselves, before succumbing to desires that invite us to swim with the sharks. Our ego blinds us from everything that isn’t the thrill we chase, and so we throw caution to the wind and go with the flow, only that the flow ends at a cliff, beyond […]
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Agnes & Her Gardener
To whom do we pray? Do we pray to the God that lives deep in the clouds? Do we present our needs to a being that listens and chooses which prayer is more urgent and righteous than the others or are all the beliefs we’ve always held folklore stories and hearsay? It’s hard to distinguish […]
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