From three villages, down a series of slopes, the women come down, singing and ululating. Atop their heads are sisal baskets, others carry metal tins, old enough to have the writings on their ribs rubbed off. They walk in a file, laughing and gossiping. It is early, and the sun is lazily crawling out of […]

      I’ve imagined myself as a lot of things. From a cop to a stripper in a gay club to a maid in some unheard of state. I’ve been a road and a cow and a wall and water too. Oh, God, I’ve been to a lot of places. I’m going to tell you how […]

In no way is this a Hekaya. I figure am too young to write Hekayas. Hekayas are written by fattened old men and women enjoying their pension from the Teachers Service Commission. These are the only people who will have time to write about a zebra’s stripes. The closest I can go to writing about […]

The motifs. You know them. Lies we’ve been forced to feed on for centuries. Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Ugly Duckling. The Cinderella motif especially pisses me off. Prince Charming( they couldn’t even find him a real name) and his goody goody two shoes side kick-get on my deepest ended nerve ending. We get it, […]

So, where were we? If you are just joining us, this is a continuation of the story we did a week ago, which you can find here Deathrow Love … 1. I would have started by telling you all about a beautiful book am reading by Mark Manson, but I know you are a bunch […]

Imagine, you are working in peace, like your fellow countrymen, only that you are working inside a state maximum-security prison. The day ends, and you put your stuff together and make for the gate. Your name is Mercy, Mercy Mueni. Mercy Mueni sounds like an innocent lady, and you are an innocent lady, going about […]