Matatu Tales…

I have mixed feelings about public transport, more so matatus. Currently I loathe their very existence but I’m sure this will change very soon. Now I will not say love them, because that would expressly be a lie. It is also too much of an emotional attachment to something so seemingly mundane and fickle; which … Continue reading Matatu Tales…

My Story…

Not every story has a happy ending. Some have weird endings and those are the kind I like. I don’t like the cliché prince charming and the peasant damsel with ivory legs type; like the Ken doll and Barbie. I don’t like them, at all; really makes my bile rise. It’s like those baby formula … Continue reading My Story…

Eden…

I can still smell him on me; like a stain on a white garment that refuses to go away. No matter how much you scrub and wash, there is always that lingering mark, that stain that glares at you; mocking you with its defiance and laughing at the inefficiency of your choice weapons. The more … Continue reading Eden…

Lachrymose…

I am not who I used to be. I’m different. I’m changed. I’m sorry. I cannot begin to imagine how many times you have heard me say this. For even more have used it before me. Many have used it to win back lost love or to disqualify prior conceptions about their character. We have … Continue reading Lachrymose…