CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Friday Night Playlist

Bruno Mars – Our first time She’s sits on the couch, legs covered by a leso on one end and her head rested on a pillow on the other. Her face is seemingly calm, chest moving up and down with a slight smile forming on her lips. I make my way from the kitchen and slowly kiss her lips tasting her cherry lip balm on my lips. As she opens her eyes you can see the dream slowly fade into oblivion, the smile grows wider and she pulls me in, …

Read More
CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Death Misunderstood

I met death seated under a jacaranda tree as Muthui’s body hang lifeless from the longest branch. It was a chance meet and I know I shouldn’t have been walking around at three in the morning but I just had to pee and Muinge would not escort me to the latrine even though I was seven years old and it was his responsibility as my elder brother. He sat there quite, talking to himself. A blank expression canvasing his visage. You couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad or…

Read More
CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Six in the morning

“Why are you looking at me like that?” That was the first thing on Wambui’s mind as she woke to find Otis, short for Otieno, staring at her. He stared deep into her eyes not knowing what he was looking for. A twinkle, a spark, an invitation to come in. Her eyes seemed to draw him deeper into her galaxy. An adventurer ready to set sail to a far off undiscovered planet. She was the sun and he was a moth drawn to her light. Forgotten was the thought that his proximity to her heat might kill…

Read More
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…

Read More
CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

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…

Read More
CREATIVE WRITING PROSE VERSE 

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…

Read More
CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

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…

Read More
CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

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…

Read More