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the dead are born every day
Life, for the dead, is within reach of the marble headstones, the comfort in sleeping in friendly proximity to the living.
Nairobi, Nairoberry, KaNairo
If you find yourself 1-v-1 with an avocado and say, “Hii nitakula kesho.” You have already lost that war.
How I Lost My Faith in Church
Jesus has always been box-office. You can tell by how the church, and in extension, religious organisations have been serving...
In Suswa
The train to Suswa leaves Ngong at 929AM and gets to Suswa at 1055 AM which is to say it gets there at a canter, which is to say it gets there...
Ingo, 2025
Uncle is drinking again. Busaa. Puyaa. Changaa. All that jazz. Elixirs worthy of any gods. He is telling stories of his good old days, when a...
Your Mother Will Betray You
Every life has a price, and ours weighed less than the air around it.
That Silly Little Girl
At Wanyee Rd, off Naivasha Rd, off Ngong Rd, was a peddler, first name Bo, last name Lo. He sold shirts and shorts and weed on the side. Or...
The Moment Before The Messiah Comes
I knew I’d never see them again. I didn’t care. I knew they’d do it tonight, and they’d do everything: him on top, her on top, sideways, scissoring.
13 Reasons Why
1. This is how I remember it. Walking in town. Earbuds plugged in. I feel like Sakaja after I have dumped trash at someone’s door. That will...
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