We don’t remember days, we simply remember the moments. And as for me, I remember with songs. A song has the ability to speak to you especially the lyrics. So the title of this story is inspired by the song, “Cinderella”, by Stephen Chapman. Cinderella was written after the tragic accident that took Steve’s daughter,Continue reading “The clock that struck on valentines ….continued”
The Clock that Struck before Valentines.
Songs usually speak to me, in every moment be it joy, sorrow or otherwise. You know that moment when you listen to the lyrics word by word and they make meaning. It is what happened on the night of 13th February, 2015. That was the Friday before Valentine when tragedy struck. My niece and GodContinue reading “The Clock that Struck before Valentines.”
The Power of Stories and the dread head
Stories are the palm oil with which wisdom is swallowed. Now this may be subjective depending on how we portray the characters. The first time I watched the movie ,”Sarafina” , a musical depicting Students involved in Soweto Riots. At that young age, I would hum along the revolutionary songs, I despised a character named,Continue reading “The Power of Stories and the dread head”
Dear Kaaka,
Hello maama how are you today, as I write this letter tomorrow on the 21st May, you will make 15 years since you departed and went to heavens know where. I hate this month and can’t wait for it to end. I hope Abraham’s chest was large to accomodate you, I hope you look downContinue reading “Dear Kaaka,”
Strange Encounters Of The Green City In The Sun: Humour And Honour Among The Corrupt
Originally posted on NAKED CHIEFS :
I GOT a call from one of my favourite cabbies in Nairobi a short while ago, wondering why I had’t given him business for some weeks. Nairobi City centre: If the streets could talk! (Photo/Ninara/Flickr). He is the ultimate chronicler of urban life, a man with a remarkable mind for…
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