
The Girl in the Bus - Part 2
So I was in a frenzy My body was like effervesence Tingling like a frozen glass Restless and fidgety I studied her body language Her sight and state of unrest ‘Hi’ ‘Haaaaaeee.’…
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So I was in a frenzy My body was like effervesence Tingling like a frozen glass Restless and fidgety I studied her body language Her sight and state of unrest ‘Hi’ ‘Haaaaaeee.’…
The following characters best describe my friends. Bongoman, Stewie Griffin, Homer and the colored one whom I won’t call fat but plus size. People say friends are everything, that…
Am seated in a bus One wailing its way in diarrhoea As it journeys its way outside Nairobi Beside me, a beauty Her face reminds me of someone I loved As she sat our faces met…
For the times I have doubted you For the times I have mocked you Asking what you want with my life For the times I have arrogantly questioned What kind of a God you are And the…

Her walk A children’s play in the prairie Just as her smile rhymes With the petals that hug The green stalks of grass She is of fine physique One that would baffle a curator Her…
So a mail pops in my inbox and this lengthy email from a beautiful Maasai lady unwraps itself and I don’t hesitate to write it. I have been doing Maasai activism articles before…
By: Sironka Ole Masharen When he was appointed Interior CS, I wrote that Nkaiserry would most likely be the most powerful Maasai after the defeat of Ntimama in the last elections.…
“Daddy, I need a cookie.” “Sorry sweety but not now.” “Daddy, cooookiiiieeeee.” “But sweety its bed time.” She rolls her eyes, her eyeballs placid and face smoothened by the…
I had just finished writing the article Broken & Worthless when an email popped up. I love how God works, I love how everything is conjoined and works together for good. The…
It is 11:11pm. Am rushing to finish conversations on my WhatsApp. I am having an early morning tomorrow. I cannot really finish these incoming texts. Am having conversations with…
Daisy looks like a diary. You know those diaries with sweet and smooth colors on the front and a stamp of a flower dressed with the nice ribbons that look like Otongolo…
As continued from Part One I woke up in a small room with glimmering light blinding my bandaged eye. I look to my side and a young girl rushed outside saying, “He is awake.” I…
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