The Neighbor’s Son

His names are is Mike Migosi. He is the NS. Yaani, neighbor’s son. Not literally though…my girlfriend and I used to crush on hot guys in the neighborhood and we had a term for them. If he lived in the vicinity and he was hot as hell then he automatically qualified to be referred to…

On Love And e.t.c’s

I don’t think there is anything like falling in love with someone at first sight. I know. Don’t stone me yet. I recently have come to that conclusion. I mean, it is possible  to fall in love with things but definitely not people. I’m talking from big experience here. I knew from the first moment…

Bloodied Hands

I should have put a stop to it the first time it happened. I had that option, I think. I should have turned him away; I should never have given him the chance to finish what he had started that night. That night, that fateful night eight years ago. The events are still as fresh…

Is Marriage Overrated?

The other day, my friends and I were having a discussion about marriage after it emerged that a famous media couple are splitting up after just a few months of being married. My friend *Njambi pointed out an interesting fact; that the couple had been dating for six years but a few months of marriage…

The African Dream

I was supposed to have written this article last week but I haven’t had a single free minute to sit down and pen anything. Thursday last week, there was a poetry and spoken word event at the little theatre club of Mombasa being hosted by Fatuma’s voice. For those who don’t who that is, it’s…

That Baby Is Not Mine!?

  “That….that thing lying over there is not my baby,” he said slowly through clenched teeth, making sure not to draw any attention to them from the other new mothers in the ward. She sat up straight. “I beg your pardon?” “I said that is not my baby!” he hissed, louder this time, before he…