CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Tom Tom Odhiambo

Tom Tom Odhiambo was conceived a girl but, in the progress of his mother’s pregnancy, life decided he should be born a boy. Whether it was life’s design or his father’s constant visits to the witch doctor in Rachuotho, we will never know. As he stepped out into the world from the warmth of his mother’s womb, Tom Tom received more ululations than any child, born to the people of Uyoma, will ever receive. To his father, Tom Tom would be the blank script on which he would correct all…

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CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Death via Shit and Urine

Have you ever fallen down one of those manholes in Nairobi’s Central Business District? Neither have I. But I’ve imagined what it would be like. Those few seconds you think you can win the tag of war between you and gravity followed by the fewer seconds it takes to dawn on you that you’re headed towards a river of shit and other forms of refuse from Nairobi’s fast food eating, beer drinking and street food tasting population. A mixture that I still wonder how we manage to keep down without it…

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CREATIVE WRITING PROSE 

Cain

He walked past the world, face down as if in converse with the earth. His feet kissed the pavement, blisters for love bites, as his toes slowly caressed the concrete. His was a blank expression, a mask to hide the battles ranging within. A blanket to warm his soul from the cold shoulders of those who passed him by. I watched him crawl his way to the surface. My vantage point the seat of a Latema sacco matatu, a distraction from the noise that blared from its six speakers with…

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