Gideon Gichohi

“Elementary: A glimpse” by Gideon Gichohi

Submitted to Contest #51

You don’t need to cough if the room is clean. There are no flowers around, at least not any with pollen. You can see the garden from the window, which they had insisted should be the size of a door. You had your chance to talk but kept your piece of mind. There, there is the tree you planted. It’s a mango tree, they said, but from what you see it’s a lime tree your size and two feet higher – you think? You will check on it later. Take a step closer. Slide your tips down the sidewall. Dab it on the ledge. There should be some dust. Y...

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“Dump Star” by Gideon Gichohi

Submitted to Contest #48

In the wake of the tenth decade, a child lay at a trodden dumpster aware of the world that lit above, buzzing flies big as corn seeds and small as pin heads. The drool that felt its way into an unpacked yogurt did but add a glitter in its river-like meander. Down it went from the small pink lips to chubby cheeks, away from a fragile neck to the well jumbled discard. The comfort provided was a shawl able to be traced to a Jenn-Fib line of fabric, best industry in damask and wool curtains. “If they throw a comely bear like you, who should be...

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“Games we never mention” by Gideon Gichohi

Submitted to Contest #47

To sudden referrals made in the house.Several times you’ve caught a cockroach meandering around the dustbin but if it’s dead then it must be its cousin you met yesterday and, he’s not pretty at all. So what is needed is a piece of rice, some beige powder that works wonders. But after sleeping restlessly waiting for dawn, a hen-roach is on your pillowcase, smiling and even trying to say good morning. Ugh!“Did your brother die yesterday?” you ask as you flex some muscle.For an answer, a nod. That little neck even dares to reply. Then, in quiet...

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“Closed Curtains” by Gideon Gichohi

We’d like to refer you to a book: Tales of a Modern Writer. But supposedly he died of a heart attack. Would you still read it?Anyway, his editor told him to write on a post-apocalypse world without putting much fuss on killer diseases (or viruses), just considering a unique angle on how it comes to be. The task was not laid-back, for what he had been given was already in movies, and all were commodores. So what would make his book a best seller(?), he had no clue, no idea, not a fathom of understanding, no aha moment, no inspiration…those de...

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“Lois and Clark” by Gideon Gichohi

Submitted to Contest #38

Hi my name is Zoe and I love ice-cream…Frankfurt is not very far from Kandy’s place and she loves strolling to that beautiful art arena till all movement was restricted to one block. Tall feet, skinny but lovely…lovely and tiny. Yeah, the last description is fine. She is quite the friend at school and at home and that is always confusing since she loves parroting. Anyway, the neighborhood is fond of her, especially if her pearl white teeth show them any sign of approval.So a celebrity is always a celebrity? Bongo is a ten-foot prick near the...

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“Who am I?” by Gideon Gichohi

Submitted to Contest #37

To my daughter Sunjua,Receive greetings from your dad. I have purposed to paper and pen since technology as you have learned is always on the monitor. Today I feel well enough to convey some crucial knowledge of my work and life…I am sorry...I am really sorry…I weep as I write since I know what evil things I did when…What I mean is that for many years I told you of your close mother; that she loves you and she misses you, and that she wants you to grow into a beautiful and steady young lady. Well, that is true except for one thing. I am actu...

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“Penning it down” by Gideon Gichohi

Submitted to Contest #36

30.03.2020, MondayThis must be it. It must be the day that history takes root. I have read of all the great men and women whose journeys emerged from leather-bound books. I bought mine (a simple blue journal with rubber covers) the previous weekend and wow, I feel the words spilling out as if they had been in a dungeon for eons. As a first I give a weather report...sunny with a pure touch of lovely cherry blossoms. Ah! The air is appealing for outdoor events but of late home has been the new office. It seems pretty much that the lock-down in...

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