August 8, 2019

Halfway Roofless

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Some of you do not know that Railways was actually a train station first before it was stage ya Ronga. You have only seen it filled with buses to Ngong and Kitengela and Easy Coach. That inasmuch as it is the most common stage in this Nairobi CBD, it brought as many people to town even in the olden days. and you may think you knew this, but think about it. did you really? I know this because I was among you until I was enlightened. Brought to the light by the person who told me this story. Now, you …
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July 25, 2019

Belief

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I used to believe in love. In two hearts becoming one To hold and to have I used to believe in together as one I use past tense because my reality took a shaking I was robbed of what I held dear I stopped believing My heart filled with fear I am afraid To hurt so bad once more To touch pain with my fingertips To shake again to my core I used to believe in love But the makings of today’s love is deceit Lies to honest hearts and knives to trusting backs I still believe in love.

July 18, 2019

Remember

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Your scars shouldn’t scare you They shouldn’t even dare provoke the vaguest idea of pain Because what you’ve gone through is nothing compared to what is ahead of you I hope you remember that Because it is the only thing that matters

July 11, 2019

Dancing On Tables

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It often happens that I meet people I never thought I would again when I am totally zoned out while walking, thinking about pancakes or a cute puppy that I just discovered on Instagram, or trying to remember a new word I just read and forgot to write down so it slipped my mind. It happens a lot [everything from meeting these folks to recalling that bedlam means chaos] and most times, it is a huge pain, mostly because after the meeting and exchanging numbers, we will most definitely never talk. But sometimes, and very rarely, it morphs into a …
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July 4, 2019

The House with No Food

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The girl telling me this story has a cat. A beautiful dark grey feline with silver tips named Stormi. Like all cats, he is playful and fun and poops in the bathroom. But I was allergic to him [my first experience ever of being allergic to a furry] and it broke my heart. We had to throw Stormi out while she told me this story, and it may have been his sad meows at the door or my nose slowly blocking and my throat choking up that made this story a little difficult to follow. Some parts may be fabricated …
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June 20, 2019

Delmonte Guy

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I met Fred a few weeks ago while I was staying with an aunt. They go to the same church. We had not shared a total of seven words before the day he came over and I was alone in the house. There had not been an earlier warning, so I did not let him in until I had confirmed with mwenye nyumba that Fred was expected. He was. He needed to use the internet and the electricity in his apartment were lost [is that direct translation?]… or so he told me. We sat in the common room, me on …
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June 13, 2019

The Happy Drunk

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When he was 15 years old, his older brother woke him up at 4.30am to go get their father. The words used were ‘Let’s go pick dad up’ which makes the whole situation sound so mundane, like their father was stuck with his luggage at the airport with no Uber money. He is the middle child, meaning he, too, at some point years into the future of his time, is forced to have this same conversation with the youngest of them. “To understand my story, I first need to tell you about my household,” his first text reads. “Alright” I …
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June 6, 2019

Double Sentiment

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There comes a time in a man’s life when he has to sit himself in a corner and say ENOUGH! Enough of chasing and moving and playing. This moment varies in all men. There are those who are in the corner for two seconds and they walk out new men. There are also others who spend years in this corner and never come out. These ones spend their days telling themselves that things HAVE to be different. They need to move on up. To change their situation. But they remain in the corner not because they lack the will to …
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May 30, 2019

One Day

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Right now could be painful. Right now could be filled with so much agony than you have ever experienced. Right now could have the kind of suffering that can almost be equated to that of Jesus on the cross. You could feel helpless. Alone. One of those moments you need mom or dad but remember they are covered in the dirt and you can never see them again. And your heart, Your heart could be breaking. Into a million gajillion puzzle pieces that makes finding pieces that go together and placing them side by side impossible. Your could be shattered …
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May 23, 2019

Venice

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I wanted to name him after a city. Somewhere far that he has never been but where correctly shows the turmoil he has faced all around his life. I wanted to equate him to a busy city that is filled with life and laughter and lovers holding hands when its exterior is plagued with an excruciating calmness that threatens one’s soul. I wanted to name him Venice. But Venice sounds like a girl’s name. So I asked him what name he would like before I christened the poor soul New York. “I get to choose anything?” he asks. “Anything. Reach …
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