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I was standing at the stage of the small prison comedy club. That being my second year in prison, I was no longer a scared man. I was even in a gang. Mostly for protection and sometimes other perks. I wasn’t afraid no more. The hatred and vengeance that had flooded me during my hearing and conviction was no more. In fact I didn’t wanna leave prison. It was my new home. Crude and without freedom but a home. Either way, I ...
I am really trying. Trust me I am. Murder isn’t nice and I know it and I can’t kill her. Maybe life has more to it than messed up escapades,death threats to one’s family, being forced into serial killing and broken families. Maybe it’s Karma. Seriously though anyone who gives a damn about Karma should get a good ass whooping. You serve God or serve the devil. Everybody has got to serve someone.
A stream. Clear water. The laughing hills. Not literally but almost there. Mummy’s and daddy’s mansion at the foot of the hills. The small balcony to the west. Facing a small lake that had no fish. Not a single one. What a wasteland of water if there’s anything like that. My huge room. The ugly expensive chandelier hanging solemnly on the gold painted ceiling. The huge lifeless window. I stood there...
As I sat on the rusty bench outside my house my midsection feeling bloated, Kamau my boyfriend played some silly game on his phone on the bench across from me. Some people are just stupid. Plain David and Goliath stupid. Am here feeling rotten from my menstruation while he is busy playing. Passers-by might have noticed my discomfort and mostly the bitchy look in my eyes. I guess they thought I was ...
“Hey come on! No one in this country likes your comedy Fujimoto! And definitely no one likes your weird sexy lips either! “Kinuthia said to the tall slim Japanese girl. “Give me a break! Am trying my best but since you have some issues with yourself, you pour out your frustrations on me, “She replied almost in tears. She was a struggling Japanese comedian in Kenya. Not many people appreciated her comedy le...
She woke up all happy and pretty pleased with herself. It wasn’t almost herself to be optimistic, not with her poor life. Mombasa must have been an exciting experience for her it seemed. She whistled softly as she peeled off the covers off her.“Hey bestie. I am broke and desperate. So could you do me a favor and sort me out please? “ She asked her friend Jayson, way later in the day. “I would like to, but you are the queen of the non-debt payers remember. “She stared at him long and hard before smiling and left. She threw he...
Creative nonfiction from the West of Nairobi. Sexuality awareness writer and damn proud of it!!! Poet too. Self editor
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