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Feelings with no adjectives

So I heard about this absurd story concerning a hospital. Every Sunday morning around 11 A.M, a patient died in the ICU. This happened for quite a while and it was a wonder and a mystery, not just because of the consistency of deaths but also about their unknown causes. It became a great matter of concern to the surgery team and the doctors on why they had to lose a patient every Sunday just when they thought they had saved them.


Belonging: Why I will Never Walk Alone!

14th April 2016. A few minutes past 10 P.M,I am swerving through the poorly lit streets of Kabarnet town. Around this time, it bears no life. The town is forgotten. In wavelength are only smokie peddlers selling their very last smokies and Bodaboda riders making their last rounds. I am eleven minutes late for a ritual. I rarely run late for my red injections or any event for that matter,


Open Letter to Xenophobia,

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Dear Xenophobia,

A friend has compelled me to write to you for the sake of Ubuntu.
Just like Mahatma Gandhi told Hitler, I also feel this letter from me would be an
impertinence. Nonetheless, I will tell you about your dad, Apartheid. He
doesn’t make public appearances any more because he heard this story.

 An anthropologist had been
studying the social behavior of an African tribe,


Today is pregnant with Tomorrow…

It has been a delightful week I must admit. Normally, my week starts on Friday, meaning your Friday is my Monday and your Monday is my Saturday. Yes, I kinda re-arranged the whole thing. That’s the whole reason they call me weird.

The symptoms of what would be a thought-provoking feverish sort of week started with a delightful message (Thursday last week) from SWVL,


Mouse face or Lion’s tail?

Can you guess what I do first as soon as I board a matatu? I clasp my phone so firmly I could feel pain in my wrist. I then direct all the signals in my nervous system to the receptors located in the dermis and epidermis, just around my right butt (where my wallet is). That is after, of course,


‘Till Life brings Us Together: Episode 3

When two or three are gathered in His name, the presence of God is there. With Sister Sam and Brother Kena, however, it was so extra. There were confusion, good vibrations and an unexplained soothing breeze. A paradox it was. An awesome three-somebodies who catastrophically got their frequencies aligned without prior warning nor planning.

Allow me, first,


Paul or Saul, Virgin or not: Past is Past!

Imagine a girl standing at the edge of a dangling bridge. The weather is very angry, with pounding raindrops, bolts of white lightening splitting the sky and a selfish thunder that just wants to draw attention to itself. She can’t jump and she wouldn’t move even a step backwards.

The weather is nothing compared to the storm inside her;


3 hours in Rome

Darling, when we fall in love, remind me to take you to 360 degrees Ristorante.  Because that’s where you and I will spend the rest of my money, and of course my father’s.  Don’t give me the rest of your life. I just want the rest of your evening. Even if it is just for a cup of Espresso or Americano,


‘Till Life brings Us Together: Episode 2

On the eve of my campus admission; I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned but just couldn’t find the right position. I was in a linger; eyes couldn’t close, heart wouldn’t stop beating. I couldn’t just wait to get to my fantasy world no matter how blurred it was. My mind kept wandering in vicinities I have never been.


‘Till Life brings Us Together: Episode 1

Looking back, given a time travel machine, I would go back and relive the four years. The echoes of my life on campus keep sounding the same song; Make the very same mistakes and meet the very same friends. Thanks to the four years, I can now afford to dream. I can look in the mirror, stare straight to my eyes,