Wakulima Villas, Bedsitter EW12, 10.45pm Jerob had been waiting for whole fifteen minutes. This, for her, had the semblance of centuries. She couldn’t wait for the mission to be accomplished. For the millionth time, she thought of what kind of person she had become. Who anticipates with enormous eagerness, for the cold blood murder...
Of Deadbeat Dads and Runaway Fathers
Dear son, Let us skip the pleasantries, shall we? Okay, I would ask how you are doing but am pretty sure you are fine. You see, the thing about being on earth (or should I say, this dimension of life) is that you do not get to be fine. Granted, a majority of the...
The Drug and I
we were not bold like this, the drug and I fact, the evasion of eye to eye, was intense, inept and the intent was to kill the light, or else we couldn’t exchange notes in the excitement of the night for the drug and I, the first puff called for heavy might the...
You were that guy
You were that guy, The one who swept me off my feet and took my breath away having not uttered a single word You were that guy, The one who succeeded in melting my cold-hard heart away by just being you in all your elements You were that guy, You made my knees weak,...
This is where beauty went wrong
‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.’ I won’t lie this here is one of those phrases I was taught in grammar class but hadn’t really understood what it meant- at least at that time when I was like 13yrs. But you don’t question the teacher, right? Or the book; Or the authors...
The Drunk’s Prayer
Tonight I walk into the bar as happy as king Its happens when I do this kind of thing Today I can even sing, Because am about to take another swig, Lord help me this ecstasy too much Lord the love in here nothing can match, Hearty laughs, greetings’re heavy as dumbbells Unless of...
Dear future ex 3
Hi my love. A timorous landlubber I have become because it seems my incessant writing to you will never cease. Babe, as you are aware, it has been a while since I haven’t written to you in a long time. I almost forgot how to do it. Because we have been talking directly and...
Dear Future Ex
Dear Ex, Hi there. I hope this finds you well. I know its been a while since our last correspondence. I call it a correspondence for lack of a better word because the last and only time we used audible words to communicate. I cant recall. I am not saying that stolen glances and...
domestic violence 2
Through thick lens of tears, I can see his face brighten up. He seems to like the turn of events. Of course she is a weakling. He says to himself. I stand looking. Two dark minutes pass by lazily as if mocking me. My knees feel weaker than ever. You see, there are situations...
Write, Isabel Kinyua
Name of writer: Isabel Kinyua Sample Writings: the woes of a hustler, the human race, and the power of love. All found here Purpose of writing: To write means two things to me; 1).My sweet escape, I write to clear my mind and to get back my focus on things. 2). My means of communication...