As a Writer, I would make an excellent Spy. I live for characters just as spies live for code names. Let me tell you something about Azure or maybe let’s call him 44. He says I live life safe. I live by a list of don’ts and not for the sake of curiosity. We share … More Moonlight Conversations
He said, “If I ever run out time, know that you’re like coffee…” I smiled at this, but he shook his head, he believes I read too much into him. I never listen, but he does not know this. You are like coffee…sometimes I want you dark so you can dim the lights within me. … More If I ever run out of time
I killed my first tree when I was in class three. My parents were secondary school teachers. My father taught Biology and Agriculture but his love shone more in football because the first thing he ever taught me was neither Biology nor Agriculture but the reason why a football team had eleven players. My mother … More Killing Trees: A short story
I lost my mind over the need to wrap up this book so much so that I did not write a word of it for three months. It’s the most frustrated I’ve been and I have the distinct feeling that anyone who’s read my previous publications would definitely want to throw this in my face, … More Meet Sifuna
So, here’s the deal, today’s my birthday. It’s also International Women’s Day. So, here’s more power to women. I thought of settling down this Sunday, getting my thoughts together and writing this post but there’s no way that’s happening because I am working over the weekend and come midnight, this day’s gone! So, yeah, turning older … More A little thing about birthdays
March is here and I just want to say: So, I am at the office and it seems like Fridays here are the laid back work days and I’m the opposite. Monday is my favorite day of the week and Friday is the day I dread the most because people switch into weekend mood Thursday … More How I learned about Situational Ethics
My love is like a leaking faucet, drip drip drip…a bit here, and there…so why should you turn off the faucet? My love is like that drop…the one that seeps through even after you’ve fastened the faucet and walked away.