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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...
Kawangware 46, ’18
This was what made Kawangware 46 great. There was always someone in deeper shit than you.
Tough Titty
The mountain was daunting; I won’t lie. It didn’t help that the porters were regaling us with apocryphal tales of how, just a few months back, a hiker missed a step, and his guide tried to save him, as per the contract. The avalanche, which had not read the contract, took them both. Fine by me.
Finders Keepers
The Prophet Muhammad says, trust in Allah, but tie your camel. Besides, it was all petty crime, nothing where I would end up in jail, having sex only with my right hand.
Shirere Dust
My people believe that death is only a curtain; when people die, they hover around on the other side, watching us, screaming at us, pointing at the potholes of life.
Elizabeth
In all, Miss Elizabeth would never say I love you back. It made me hate school, for with Miss Elizabeth was all a man had asked for from life....
Honoured Guest
To live was like being an honoured guest. Then you were no longer an honoured guest.
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