Crimson lover

Crimson lover

He felt her intangible, hair raising, bed sheet ruffling, air cutting presence for the second time that night. Continue reading

Letting go

Letting go

Ultimately amid all the sadness and sulking and the deeply unnerving, very upsetting irritability of an irrational situation, he had to let her go.

“I am in love with the wind.” She had explained. Continue reading

Man Talk IV

Man Talk IV

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

Satin Dreams.

Satin Dreams.

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

Dreams of a writer

Dreams of a writer

His father was furious, face switching between different specters of sorrow and anger and disappointment and old age curved with experience. Continue reading

Man Talk III

Man Talk III

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

Man Talk II

Man Talk II

“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