Few months back there was uproar on social media particularly from Kilimani Mums Face Book Group. The named title wouldn’t give mothers rest because it talked about suicide. Actually, it just mentioned the word ‘Kujinyonga’. The comments were full of rage. Most of them condemned the publisher while others asked parents not to buy this … Continue reading Maskini Popo
The sweetness of the caress, Whispering lies to my ear lobes, Molesting the innocent words with fingers full of dirt, And a convulsing mind, At least, No visible blood. For centuries to come, I believe, The words will keep on shedding tears, From the pains which I induce in them, As I press my … Continue reading The Heart Beat
Mama some of them abuse me daily, They say I am the reason homes break, Yet their wives and husbands come looking for me, They say I am the reason school fee for their pikins is not paid, Do I steal the money from their bank accounts? They say I am the reason they … Continue reading Mama, they are here……!
After calling Chris for more than five times, she sensed something was amiss. The talk they had had earlier in the day was disturbing. Her eyelids were twitching. That was a bad omen. Her grandma had warned her sometimes back that if the left eye twitched, death was hovering around. She also remembered the day … Continue reading The Lipstick
Sitting at the veranda, The rain gods came, The showers were mild at first, They said the heavenly dwellers washed utensils, That is why we had rain. Others said the gods were at war, The dwellers were crying, The lightning! The thunder! That was war. Then the white rain came. It was strange, Had … Continue reading The White-rain
Nyambura When I first met you, I knew I had the woman that would be the envy of my rika, When I first met you, I knew I had met my wife, The mother of my children, When I first met you, My world stopped When I first met you. Nyambura, Your uncle said … Continue reading Nyambura
Nobody likes a one minute person, if you want to be a writer, be serious about it. This is my mantra in 2018 (Happy New Year Literati’s). This saying made sense to me when I got an invitation to attend the celebration to commemorate this auspicious moment in Tony’s career as a writer. I met … Continue reading At Goethe on 31st January 2018