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
“I beg your pardon?” “Madam, didn’t you read the sign?” “What sign?” Karimi retorted harshly. “That sign!” The clerk barked back gesturing to the “This is a Zero Corruption Zone” sign. “Yes? What about it?” The clerk was riding on Karimi’s last nerve and he was about to get it. “That doesn’t apply here.” The
Mogaka the plumber knocked on the door waiting as he looked around. Fancy neighbourhood this time; he was accustomed to unblocking overflown communal toilets in his neighbourhood. A place where people would still try to negotiate on price despite the shitty work, quite literally, that he was left to do and clean up afterward. The
This year, I decided that I would need to evaluate my progress, toward my goals, more frequently not just every quarter but monthly. In various areas I am not making much progress and I have figured out why and this month I am working differently to achieve those goals. Now on the business front, I