Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Tragedy
When it’s over

The doctor kept tapping on his wire rimmed glasses repeatedly as if to emphasize a point. Onditi was uncomfortable. He had been lying on his back, legs spread and his family jewels exposed from under the thin hospital garment. The doctor stood in front of him looking at his genitalia. “Not good!” the doctor said

Life , Mkate Nusu , Tragedy
Blame it on John Legend

Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Halt. Zoom. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Splash! “Help! Help me! Oh! My GOOOOD ! Help me pleeeease!” Red jacket, wide white eyes. Pitter Patter. Eyes wide, bright light; feet cross the road. The man leaves me in effluent, garbage and muddy water. I splashed around in that manhole for what seemed

Brand Storytelling , Branding , Entrepreneurship
This is how Brands Crash and Burn

I had been shopping for new business networks, I hadn’t made much headway. My sister randomly sent me an email with an e-flyer from the League of Young Professionals (LYP). The topic wasn’t great, but you know, it’s an opportunity to meet new people and hopefully make some business leads. I made the advanced payment,

Advertising , Branding
What really makes an effective advert?

The simple answer; a talented copywriter. I had never heard of a copywriter until I became one.  I would listen to radio adverts but I never knew that there was a specific person, with a specific skill set, who crafted commercials. It was the on the job training that got me to really understand the role

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
End of Playtime

Billy and his friends were riding their bikes outside, they had ridden around in circles around the apartment block and they were tired. “Let’s go over to Kinyua’s”, Collo suggested. The boys looked at each other, there were some non-committal shrugs, other’s nodded. “Come on! What are we doing here? You sisters can…” Ochieng’ was

Adventure , Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
Y.O.L.O

“Make it simple! Make it easy! Don’t think to hard!” Rahab kept saying that over and over again. She had been standing at the edge of the cage for 15 minutes.  She was suspended 90 metres in the air. She would inch up on her toes and flap her arms around and then inch back



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