Anyango and her cousins were exhausted. They had been digging since dawn. They had found nothing. They had blisters from all the digging for hours; they were starving. Anyango was baffled, they had followed the path, just as they were told in the story by Mama at dinner. How could it be? Not only had
Ochuodho just sat there. He hadn’t moved from that position on the couch for hours, feet outstretched on the poof. He occasionally wiggled his toes, his pink big and little toes protruded through the torn socks. His ankle-length socks revealed bare, hairy and excessively ashy dark legs. His shorts were dirty green khakis squeezing the
It was an awkward feeling; sadness, joy, anxiety. What the day had in store Nick had no clue, all he knew was that he was not looking forward to it. Something bad was going to come out of it. Of this he was sure. He heard the front door creak open and he began to
Felista: “Don’t –Don’t – DON’T Look! Ok! Ok! There she goes, so you remember the story I told you yesterday right? Amanda: I can’t ….Felista quickly cuts her off. Felista: YOU CAN”T REMEMBER? GOSH! Now I have to start it all over again.(Sighs) Now, where do I begin, so there we were, it was a
He just stood there, head faced forward and right there, RIGHT THERE I tell you!!! At the junction of Kenyatta Avenue and Moi Avenue, this dweeb sent his hand to the grand bank of “Assfrica” to combat his itch. He just stood there; completely nonchalant to the fact that he was disturbing the peace of
The wheels spun wildly as Mutiso sped down the hill. Mutiso’s bare chest leading the way pressing against the gushing breeze which seemed to harden his abs, defining a neat six-pack on his sinewy frame. His dirty and faded green trousers, torn at the knee, flapped widely only held together by a sisal rope serving as