An unrestrained scream, no doubt from a woman, ingrained itself in the unperturbed night air.
The scream makes some think they are dreaming while others, roused from their slumber sit up in bed thinking it was the end of the World- the second coming. People say that he will come like a thief, remember? Continue reading
I, by virtue of my street credentials, have come to learn that the lower you are seated, the hotter it becomes. I don’t know, maybe it’s because you are closer to hell than heaven, or perhaps because everyone seems to be breathing down their regrets and diabetes and nostalgia on you. Continue reading
Once upon a fireplace in a brick house at the end of the street where a crow, black as a mid October night, always perched on the picket fence, Marilyn Monroe came to back to life. Continue reading
It was the first in a long time when the boys got to hang out together; the Shaka Gang, they used to call themselves. That was back when they had just cleared campus. Continue reading
Just so you know, Thingy Magigy is not an ogre in folk tale. Granny used to narrate to us such tales when i was a little boy, and all the ogres had weird names but even if we combine all of them, they still have nothing on ‘Thingy Magigy’. Continue reading
“Okay….yes…. Will do…..am just about to leave….. Love you….. Bye!” Gerry hangs up his phone and turns to his pal Oduor. “These women will show us fire. She insists that I must end all phone calls with her with I love you just so that if at all there is a woman near me she knows that am taken!” Continue reading