“What does that mean?” Oyoo pointed at a sign he couldn’t quite understand. The sign read in bold: RUDI KWENU JALUO JINGA JEURI! “It means some people are angry and mean to others.” Akinyi responded to her son. “Why? Did the people do something wrong?” Akinyi smiled apprehensively at Oyoo. “No, they just don’t understand
Tap! Tap! Tap! The pen hit the table rhythmically. Pamela released a weighted sigh puffing her cheeks as the air exited her mouth. She looked around and gave a half smile and half sneer at an imaginary person. She spun her pen faster this time between her fingers, tapping her foot impatiently on the bar
Dejak and Omolo had never seen eye to eye on anything, until today. They spent their entire childhood fighting each other over one thing or another. Dejak was the practical joker, he once had a friend play dead outside Omolo’s hut, smeared him in red ochre to look like he had bled from a spearing.
There he was in the big city in the sun spinning round and round in the middle of the street. Buses were hooting and matatus swerving and causing pile-ups by the side. “Fala wewe!” some drivers shouted while flipping ‘the bird’ at him. His arms were spread out and he was soaking up the city
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
He stood under the glistening night sky. Eyes closed and face raised toward the heavens, his lips were pursed causing the sides of his mouth to turn up. His breathing shifted between short fast breaths and extremely long exhalation through his nostrils. This went on for about a half hour. Ogor was in an open