Supe was drumming her fingers on the boardroom table. She bobbed her head to the tune she drummed to. Her nails were bitten and chipped with dirt underneath them. She had unusually long fingers that made the drumming even more fascinating. It made her gnarly fingers look like tree roots spreading across the glossy mahogany
I crashed last week, the motivation once again was gone and I felt overwhelmingly depressed. There was one day last week that I genuinely felt suicidal. I remember, I was looking for something to wear in my wardrobe,and for a moment, I felt excited at the thought of ending it all. I felt genuine relief at
Obiero had been floating for days in the middle of Lake. His mouth was dry, white and cracked. He had only come too almost toppling over the boat with his rash rise. He thought he was in his bed. He felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He cupped it with his steadier hand. His
Drum rolls rang in the arena; there was an expectant silence in the darkness only slightly illuminated by the spotlight in the centre of the arena. The juggling monkeys and the vegetarian Hyena had already dazzled the crowd , Ella was up next with the usual colossal act; balancing on a beach ball while rolling
The past few weeks have been an uphill mental battle within myself; wondering where the mojo went with my writing. Yes, I know I am to write because it is my duty as a writer, yes, I know through writing you can start or propel importance conversations about pertinent issues. Yes, I get it. For