Bella reached out her little fist to knock on the door. Just as she was about to knock she heard a thud, which was rapidly followed by the sound of a clap. She paused for a minute and listened in. She heard the thud followed by a clap again, after a minute or two she
“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
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.
Paul is a writer I respect and more so a man with honour. Paul is one of the few people I know who is real and honest. He is always willing to share his insight and offer guidance and support when you call on him. His schedule is insane, but he will make the time
Susan, my elder sister, just walked in through the door an hour ago. She smelled of cologne, a distinct one. It belongs to John, my boss, my married boss. I dragged Susan to last year’s Christmas office party. I am not one who cares much for my work mates; work forces me to be cordial and