I told my sister that my mind was made up; it would only change by an act of God. I was done with Kenya’s 2017 election. The presidential candidates guffaw. All the way down to the other 5 political positions of Governor, MP, Women’s representative, MCA and senator. I was done, no one spoke policy,
“Henry! Are you at home?” “Yes Dad. Why?” “Turn on the TV to Citizen.” “What for Dad?” “Just watch it Henry!” “Fine!” Henry lets off with a sigh and hangs up. Henry reaches out to the coffee table for the remote. “What the hell is this all about this time?” he grumbled as he turned
Thud! Thud! “Ouch! Darn it Munyao! Can’t you leave things the way I…Ouch! AGAIN!” “Ssssshhhhh!” “What the? Why am I being shoooshed? Who is tha….” “Ssssshhhhh!” “Munyao is that….” “Ssssshhhhh!” Thud! Thud! Crash! And a freefall scream. Thud! “Ouch! I don’t think I can move.” “I told you to stay quiet?” “How would that have
Blog , Mkate Nusu , She SaysShe Says: Raise Your Voice!
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
She lay in a feotal position on the cold red cement floor. She faced the blood stained wall dazed. Her cheeks were stained with white tear marks; her lips were pale, dry and pursed. Her neck had reddish groove like scars. Her body was tense and she gave off a rhythmic wince. Her frock, looked like grandma’s; long
Pauline had been asleep for the past 18 hours; she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to wake up to do. She had tossed around for almost 3 hours; the sun was short of singeing the curtains open. After another 10 minutes she shot up and sat on her bed, legs dangling from the