There was a day I was seated in an otherwise full matatu waiting for its departure. The tout outside was relentlessly calling out passengers into his ‘full matatu.’ An entry was substituted by a corresponding exit and an increased voice urging more people in, to the tune of five touts. Some bang the body of the sorry vehicle while others formed a duet of calling … Continue reading Five
Well, I wanted this to be your first read this morning…. But it is all good if it’s not. No one owns this world after all… and it explains the many talents we appreciate each moment, each day, that make the world seem to turn faster …. and it brings me to my thoughts . You know this empty feeling after reading a drab story… … Continue reading ‘Winter’
You are right outside your palatial home, sprawled on the well-tended lawn. You hear gunshots for the first time in your life post retirement from service- this was supposed to be blissful retirement as they said; they lied. Old friends are breezing past your gate like they never knew you, running for the little they have left of their lives. You try call them out, … Continue reading The Forgotten Ruins
We never bothered with the propensity for what one would think, or the prudence of checking out on how one was doing. If they hadn’t dropped dead already, they were okay. Deep inside we cared though. The word of counsel from the older folk was that good deeds and good thoughts needed no billboard advertisement. Continue reading How I met your ‘Brother’
I will call him Mogaka, a fiery; because of the fire in his eyes when he turned to face the motorists; daring them to go past him if they could. Well played Mogaka, in the middle of the road on a bridge; only guard rails separating success of such an attempt from a deep plunge into the river Continue reading Voices
