sunset saga

Something must kill a man. The type of death must not be a bother. There's a guy here, slender with a light complexion. A couple of years back he was in college studying Commerce. He’s one of those guys who believe in hard work. The you “reap what you sow” type. One who wouldn’t want to own a velar at 26 with no traceable source of income. The kind of man who yearns to do everything dead-on...  It's uncouth to ghost people then just pop up and start a story.  I should have apologized, I know. I should have apologized for keeping you for so long but sorry is just a sorry word - here we are now. You ever had a partner who made you feel like you can do anything through them who strengthens you? Well, you did no mistake. You were just being stupid because that’s what it takes to learn. Back then, life was a little cheap. You could do a lot with a thousand shillings, unlike today. Derrick lived in Nyeri where he was schooling. He balanced his school work and hustle perfectly...

  Writing is magic. Everything is a story. Today I come with the things we left unsaid. It has been a while since you had a long one. Let’s go…   He met a friend in 2019. He met him on Facebook. A friend who by coincidence was his namesake. They met by chance. People meet by chance; in church, at the club or in a matatu. He could tell he was a nice person. A happy lad, a good friend you would be happy to meet.   Let us all agree and call him Duke. This means that they are all Dukes. My friend and his friend. Their tribal name is also same. They only contrast at the surname. Duke is not a very common name. You can’t just leave your house and meet Duke like you’d meet Caro or Erick. For convenience let my friend be Duke and his friend be Mike. They made good friends. Mike worked with a research firm whilst Duke was a campus student on holiday during that period. The firm did research on alcohol consumption rate in their hometown. He lived in the outskirts of the town ...

Hey you! It's you am talking to, don't look back. God in his true magnanimous self endowed you with vision. I haven't produced a braille version of this text, so yes you can see. Maybe you've perched a pair of glasses on your nose ridge. The bottom line is you can see and that makes us acquaintances. We could grab a drink some time and deliberate about the pros and cons of vision.What do you think? We have big eyes and sharp wits. My friend and I. Nothing on God's green earth goes unnoticed and unscrutinized in the scope of our vision. Men of cloth notwithstanding. My neighbor is a Bishop. A tittle bestowed to him because of founding a church rather than divine consecration. Nonetheless, he is revered like a deity.The loyalty of his subjects to him rivals that of men to their football team. A polite reminder, if your man doesn't love football, get him a leotard and enrol him to a ballet class.  He is a humble man. The kind of man a mother would like you to emula...

On a good day the wind will blow and the anus of the chicken will be seen, wisdom of the Maori. On the same good day, you may plan a surprise visit to your parents up country. Not an ambush, just a good surprise. If your parents live hundreds of miles from the city like mine, you’ll need roughly 8 hours on public transport or 6 hours if you got your own car. That is if you don’t behave like your favourite car is Subaru.  A week before the good day you had told your wife that you’d like to travel with her to her in laws. So she seeks permission from work or take a fake sick leave because it will only be a day or two. Or she may just put someone in charge of her business for the two days. Because she loves your family for bringing up such a wonderful Luo guy, one who doesn’t throw his shoes under the bed or leave his socks in the kitchen sink after work… She breaks into her savings and does some crazy shopping for your parents.  In the night after dinner when you’re watching you...

  Beautiful days are seen in the morning. Those who thought they were wise said that. But sometimes beautiful days are seen  late in the evening. I was home with a good friend of mine, call him T for Tom. A friend that we’ve been with through tough hurdles of life. We get along like a house on fire. We were having coffee in the evening doing some boy talk. Him telling me how he loves baby mama dramas like Kenyan celebrities. We were deeply indulged in our conversation, talking about this common phrase 'what next after campus.' I had graduated a month ago and was already desperately looking for a job.  I had applied for jobs and internships but had got no feedback from wherever. I was already feeling frustrated but my guy kept telling me ‘bro it’s been only a month and a half’. Amidst our conversation my phone rang. I thought it was Nyakamagambo. Around this time she would call me to go and pick animal feed by the road from the nduthi guy. She keeps poultry, a dairy cow an...

  Yet another Tuesday, of a father and a son. After working your ass off in high school, the government sponsors you to the university. A few years ago, he stepped into the college gates with his father. His mother is disabled so she didn’t travel to the city. The city is a busy place, it’s hectic to move around with a disabled person. She was amputated because she had cancer. He was a young lad then, barely 19. Fresh from the village, with no life experience in the city. He just lived by the tales he heard. You remember how people used to tell you that in Nairobi you can’t make a call in town? That the phones just vanish like there are ghosts in town? Or someone just come and tell you to give them your phone and you give them without a word in the broad day light. They demand your charger and because of your fear you ask them if they could take the earphone too just be left in one piece. As if that’s not enough you’re forced to give them a push and tell them to have a fruitful day...

  The day ended in such a mess. Not how you would want your Saturday to end.   He pulled the door handle and got into his room. The door followed him slowly and silently. With a shattering sound it locked. It was dark inside.   A string of thoughts traversed his mind. He felt heavily burdened. He gazed through the window and listened to the monologue of the blustery wind that swept the sprays of rain.  A queer feeling engulfed his soul. What you feel when you’re down to earth and can’t even explain to yourself the kind of feeling you have. For the first time he felt like he didn’t have a family. Like they were just people he knew . A young sister, a father and a mum. She was not his biological mum, but he never treated her any lesser than he would have treated his real mum. He kept staring outside as the rain swept through the wrought iron fence.  Things had changed drastically and he couldn’t find a reason why. His father had never been this careless with his...