Tag: Wakimuyu

I haven’t shaved my hair in over three months. The one growing on my head and the one you’re probably thinking about too.

Let me tell you how high the stakes can get; when your life is tied to another person tightly enough they are sky-high.

It’s Monday, or as Kenyans would call it; Utamaduni Day and as I would call it; Signing Books Day. I’m at Junction Mall looking to buy a pen.

I had decided I wouldn’t see her again. But I am now looking at her picture, and I am wondering what she is made of?

I am writing this at 6:00 pm on a Tuesday, immediately after my run. I haven’t saved her number yet, nor looked it up on Truecaller. I haven’t

Wanja watches Miriam from the window. The woman her husband has been cheating on her with, and grips the boning knife in her pocket tightly.

The bell tolls; the king has just died. Kairo, the crown prince, a weakling boy of sixteen runs through the castle.

I’m getting ready for a late afternoon run. I need to make a decision on a contract that is sitting in my inbox, and I need a clear