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
Her life was blissful because he added a sparkle to it, ever so subtly, ever so lovingly in a forever-and-ever blissful kind of way. Continue reading
His father was furious, face switching between different specters of sorrow and anger and disappointment and old age curved with experience. Continue reading
The house was a mess. Everything seemed to be everywhere.
A boxer, probably dirty judging by the way it was crumpled, rested leisurely on the coffee table. She wondered how he undressed because everything was in chaos. Clothes were strewn everywhere in the sitting room while a whole bunch of books found a resting place in the bedroom. 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