The doorbell rang, jolting Diana from her slumber on the couch. She quickly fluttered her eyes to try and shake off the sleep to make sense of her surrounding. She looked at the wall clock and saw it was 9 pm. Who could it be? She thought to herself and quickly recollected widening her eyes
Makena’s head was craned back, eyes closed as she soaked in the day’s sunlight, her feet submerged under the steady stream of water flowing through her little garden. She was in paradise. Her nose pointed straight up to the sky; palms pressed behind her on the deck chair she sat on made her look graceful
“In the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit… Amen!” Everyone in the room chorused. Njagi rocked himself back and forth a few times to gain the momentum and finally whisked himself up. His knees creaking as he straightened up. His palms pressed against his knees, he hunched over to catch his
“What is that noise?” Auma wondered what the sound of jeering in the background was. “The kids are playing outside; I heard one called Rooney!” Mwende retorted. “Rooney!” Auma burst out in laughter. “Don’t hate, that parent was prophesying over their child. They wanted a football superstar in that house, you never know.” Mwende retorted