All Waf’s Exes Are Crazy VI

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for your time. If you must look back, do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. However, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present…gratefully. -Maya Angelou Chapter VI: Peace Be With You (Winona Michaels) “Did you see Peace? How is she?” I stared into blank, expectant eyes. “She must be older now. Prettier too, …
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All Waf’s Exes Are Crazy V

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for your time. You don’t have to turn this into something. It doesn’t have to upset you. – Marcus Aurelius Chapter V: Look Again The tapestry of Wafula’s individualism, Lucas now tells me, was woven from threads spun in the earliest days of childhood. He lays it in a pattern as my vision unravels, a relentless current, pulling me back to a …
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All Waf’s Exes Are Crazy IV

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for your time. We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality. – Seneca Chapter IV: Penny For Your Thoughts? Penny first told me the whole story by accident, a confession whispered through the potent echo of her memories. I wouldn’t have recognized her almond-shaped face if we’d brushed shoulders at a family gathering, so …
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All Waf’s Exes Are Crazy III

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Chapter III: You Can Look But… A man’s word is his bond. That is the command of Were when he was made. It is the measure of his being. He is only as good as his word, and when they were younger, when Winona and Peace were closer, Lucas had promised to always be there for his friend. He took his promises seriously. After he went cold, when Lucas didn’t have a lot to do, which was often, he would watch over him. No one can really pinpoint the genesis of their relationship. It was not like Peace and Winona, …
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All Waf’s Exes Are Crazy: II

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for your time. …let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences. -Sylvia Plath. Chapter II: Consonants and Vowels Consolata had been in Wafula Snr’s official employ since graduating high school, her B plain and a glowing recommendation from the Christian Union hinting at a future brimming with potential. A job offer awaited her alongside a blank check intended for …
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All Waf’s Exes Are Crazy

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for your time. All I’m trying to do, all the time, is just open people up so they can let themselves be open to someone else. – Nina Simone Chapter I: In Summation Wafula gained a scar when his parents separated, an invisible etching that surfaced whenever he felt the walls closing in. He couldn’t have been older than seven when he was …
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All The Things

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At a family event a few weeks ago, I stopped paying attention when an aunt said something that immediately stuck with me. Mwanamke hachoki. A woman never tires. This event was to welcome the relatives of my uncle’s girl to the family. It was an event for the women, as said by the current patriarch and first born son of the family. The aunt is the wife of said first born son. This women’s event was staged under a tent, in my uncle’s compound. The men were seated a way off, on the veranda. The only masculine energy that graced …
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Reminders of Loss

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Nothing makes you remember quite like loss The people, the places, the things I lost my keys and my heart stopped Then a childhood friend and it broke I tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt That it had been years since childhood I became Lord over my jester feels But the flies roamed close And as soon as my back was turned They flooded my vision, reminding of loss Which has a funny way of recalling All the good times shared that now Fade to black This is for my friend Claw, who clawed his way into all hearts …
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You Up?

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A ‘you up’ text at 2254 hours on a Sunday is reminiscent at best, and desperate on the other side. Sunday evenings, actually, all of Sunday is quite sacred, having been raised in a house where people had to be dragged out of bed for someone with a praise kink. The first day of the week, having spent a considerable amount of my childhood as a seventh day adventurer, has afternoons that spread long and thin, afternoons that force you to examine the difference between being lonely and alone. A ‘you up’ text on a Sunday, especially when you read …
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Bumis-1

Part 1: Bumis

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The chaos that Bumis could cook up in one afternoon was enough to send the cat away for weeks. She was the designated free spirit among her six sisters, a role she took very seriously. While her siblings thrived on routine and order, Bumis preferred to dance to the rhythm of her own heart so it makes logical sense to tell you about her first. Her days were often filled with unexpected adventures and spontaneous moments, and one chaotic afternoon was about to become a testament to her wild spirit. That sunny afternoon, the girls, their mother and the cat …
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All Things Are Old

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Leaving home is peculiar Strange, not in feeling. The strangeness fades in the waiting In being. Home is all you know. Alone Foreigner. Strange lands. New customs to learn Study. To live. Exist far from what you know You wil adapt They say. Hang on. Give it a year My chest hardens. Don’t wanna go Can’t stay The boogeyman moves with you. To your beat. In you Everything is new except for me All things are old, excluding me

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