It was the last Sunday of the month. It had been four years but still grief did not knock. It burst in uninvited. We had just finished a long walk at the Nairobi Arboretum. We sat down to catch our breath and talk a little more. And then it happened. The tears came, reluctant andContinue reading “Her grief had colour. Mine? A blank page.”
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No one was better than the other. No one played servant.
In an apartment found in the lively forest of Marawood lived Jerry Baboon and Lisa Jackal. They had just moved in together and were learning the delicate dance of sharing a home. Jerry had grown up watching Mama Baboon do all the cooking while Papa Baboon sat waiting, hands folded, for his hot and tastyContinue reading “No one was better than the other. No one played servant.”
There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story
There is a scene in Episode 3 of The Wife on Showmax that I do not think I will ever get over. At first, I did not understand why, but now I think I do. It speaks to a version of me I have not yet allowed myself to explore, a version I am tooContinue reading “There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story”
What a gift to have died so early, I thought.
The child’s body lay on the bed. I reached out to touch her, I had never been this close to someone who had just died. Naturally I was scared, but curious. Her hands still warm, felt as though there was still life left in them. And for a moment, I wondered if her mind wasContinue reading “What a gift to have died so early, I thought.”
I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.
It’s not that I’m not spontaneous…it’s just that the activities need to be worthwhile. Otherwise, I get bored, then exhausted, then uncomfortable, then irritable, and then…boom. I’m “acting crazy.” Crazy as in leaving without saying a word. My mum knows this about me, yet still: “Bondi, we’re just going to the supermarket. Just to grabContinue reading “I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.”
Cham miel ka pod ingima tho luro
“Eii yawa, Tho! Aol. Odhis ni bro tieka chieng’ moro,” my mother yelled, as we exchanged worried glances. We found ourselves huddled in the hospital on a Friday morning, anxiously waiting for my father to wake up. As a child, I used to look at my father during parties and marvel at how he couldContinue reading “Cham miel ka pod ingima tho luro”
Others may not see it right now, but they will soon understand
In a community surrounded by hills and lakes, lived a young girl named Awiti. Awiti was a tribute to the tears and prayers her parents had to endure before they had her. She was born after the loss of many. Awiti loved to dance and every step made by her feet on the ground matchedContinue reading “Others may not see it right now, but they will soon understand”
Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions
In a house filled with silence and pain, there existed a small room in the house that was protected by a door that knew many emotions. In this small room lived a father who spoke in the language of the doors. When trouble tiptoed, the father would flee into this room, slamming the door withContinue reading “Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions”
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