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…

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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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