CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Saturdays with my Father

I Unlike most boys my age, Saturday was not a day for adventure, games or television. As I set out from school on Friday afternoon, I did not look forward to a few days without reading. There was no time for kati, rounder or cha baba na cha mama. Saturdays were the days I spent unraveling the mystery that was my father. II I never knew much about my old man. In the dead of night, as I prepared to fight monsters and demons in my sleep, I would hear…

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Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Do you know how it feels to give yourself completely to someone or something? To take that leap of faith hoping that there might just be some light at the end of the tunnel. Do you know how it feels to be there for someone through their lowest moments? To be stuck in the trenches of this emotional roller coaster, wipe the tears from their eyes and make the best of the little in you to have them feel just a little better. Do you know how it feels to…

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Timshel

And death is at your doorstep And it will steal your innocence But it will not steal your substance A few weeks into our first year in campus, Brian’s body was found hanging lifeless on a tree outside our hostel in the wee hours of the morning. Death had crept in during the night and left us with more questions than we had answers to. It’s a sad tragedy that majority of us stop living long before we die. We try to find fault in the music yet we are the…

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Things we lost to the fire

It was by chance that he came upon her blog. He wasn’t looking for it but subconsciously there was always the curiosity to know what Kerubo was thinking. They say the eyes are windows to the soul but in this digital age one’s online space gives their eyes a run for their money. It had been two or so years since Luke last spoke to Kebs, his nickname for the girl who was his best friend at the time. It was funny to him how the best of friends could be the…

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My Father’s Gun

This year’s Father’s day was the 14th without my actual father being here to celebrate it with. Time moves fast and all that’s left is a slight resemblance with the man I see in my mirror each day and a few memories from my childhood that I hold on to. I wasn’t really planning to write anything about him. It all seems futile – living in the past. I have been raised up by the best dad I could ask for in a man who took me in when my…

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Lemon Pancakes by @JudyAnnetM

We will have a beautiful church wedding. We will celebrate, look at the people as they look at us and think how lucky we are. We will get two chubby babies, and we will name them after our parents. I will want to name them after you and me so they can continue the story of our life but you are traditionally rooted so you will gently brush that idea off. We will not have ‘Jr’ embedded in their names. You will work in a bank; we will have good…

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Twiga

The night air was buzzing after the champions league final. We couldn’t sleep even though it was a few minutes past one  and we had to be up by six the next morning. In our cubicle, Ephraim, William, Ngigi and I discussed what had been an exciting game. I could still feel the static electricity pass through my skin as Lionel Messi scored the winner. We taunted Ephraim who was a staunch Manchester United supporter. Reminding him how he screamed his lungs out when his team took the lead. Outside,…

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Losing It (by @judyannetm)

You steal a glance at the man seated across from you. He catches you at it and smiles warmly. You return the smile and go back to the food you are nibbling at. Chicken and roasted potatoes; it has always been your dinner of choice. This Friday evening is different though. You are famished but no, you can’t eat much. This is your night.   You have gone through this night innumerable times; you have it etched into your mind right to the smallest detail. But you are not thinking…

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