The Waiting Room
The waiting room is decorated rather garishly in kindergarten colours:
pastel blues and marshmallow pinks punctuated by framed prints of
sci-fi reptiles.
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| The new guy |
The new guy
Recently he haunts my nights, most nights just like he's been stalking the distant edge of my memory all of these years, since those days we told ourselves we would not talk about.
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The Walk Home
The heavy evening cold bites at my cheeks as I cross the road. I watch
lazily as a matatu growls past me, nearly cutting off my rear end, and
adding flashing lights to my disinterest.
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Songs for Agatha
It’s three weeks since and her phone still rings: once,
twice; I hang up before I can find out who’s on the other end. I’ve thought
about it some and I think it’s definitely not her. Network errors and technical
impossibility across spiritual realms…whys and wherefores.
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Home, Matatus and Me
I have resolved, after much thought on the matter, that I will soon move to a secluded self-reliant village and live out the rest of my days in peace away from matatus.
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| Her Redemption Song |
Her Redemption Song
Twice sung now twice written
mental slavery and deceptive supremacy
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| End |
End
When it's done and settled,
Whiffs wafting with breezes of time,
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| The other woman |
The Other Woman
It’s been a good day, well spent.. a huge dent in the wallet but what the heck.. it was a day well spent. You decide to take a walk back home, a smile on your face, a certain irritating song that won’t leave your mind but you whistle along nonetheless and have a slight spring in your step.
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| The Road to Eldoret |
The Road To Eldoret
The
scene from his hotel room screen in Nakuru still fills his mind. Let's
call him M. He's from Muranga, he still drives the Datsun 120 Y that he
bought in 1972 when he was a twenty two year old boy.
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Strike out! -refreshed
The street is called Mtipesa because at the head of it is an old mkanju (Cashew Nut tree) where the local drug dealers sit on truck tyre wheels half buried and cemented into the ground.
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All in a Dreadlock
They shot a man last night. Just on our street, I even heard the gunshot. I’m a Kenyan. A “Nairobian  even, so gunshots and tear gas and water canons and especially bodies lying around by the side of the road are nothing novel.
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Helldoret
A Kenyan city, famed for its runners, its mushrooms and its cookies, the breadbasket, the bullet factory, blankets and an airport came to global attention and will live forever; for something entirely different.
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| Home Alone |
Home Alone
It's saturday evening, quater past
eight and i'm about to start dying slow deaths. Yes, you read right..
slow deaths.
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How to start your day off on the wrong foot
Ever wondered how some days just seem
cursed from the moment you unwillingly open your eyes to a “bright
new day”? You've never.. well here's how to guarantee your day day
starts off extremely well ... yes I'm being ironic... oh you noticed
– great!
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| Before it rains |
Before it rains
Sometimes if you look across at the Athi River plains, you will see the dust begin to rise. It reaches up into the sky and wraps the sun in its redness like old friends locked in an embrace. The Maasai say that when the Earth gets too dry it asks the Sun to send water.
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| Bitter Herbs |
Bitter Herbs
According to the local and international media, Kenyans have heaved a sigh of relief. Crisis averted. Our leaders have been pictured smiling, their concerns ameliorated. They will not lose power. At least not yet.
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| Bloodsport |
Bloodsport!
Du klingst als hättest Du eine Klobürste in Deinem Arsch! "You sound as if you have a toilet brush in your arse!"
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Can disaster be averted?
Last Thursday I was standing at the same bus stop waiting for the
number 10 to the JR and Marston when the strangest thing happened.
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