I replay the day we met, like a play on a stage set. you smile at me every day, will you walk again my way? I used to play a smooth game, but it has never been the same, i stumble and fall, rushing to pick your call. It shouldn’t be like this, talking to…

Adventures in Juba.

Feeling out of place? The first day working as a news editor was like stepping into the twillight zone. I’d been given several stories to edit, having left the office early ( my work schedule was tight at the time) i got the email and had a deadline of 8 to send back the news…

MEMORY

I could be like a tree, Rooted here waiting to see, If you’d come back to me, Like a moon and tide at sea.   I could be like the moon, If my sunlight would come soon. To chase away the stars, Sounds better than fast cars.   Can I be this selfish dream? A…

Praise

On my mama’s prayers i float, like a fly in a coat, the world is too big of a cost, moving from coast to coast. I hear her sing in my ear, whenever i want her near. Because heaven only knows, what i’d give to see her now. On my mama’s chest I cry, when…

Incident report: Mob Justice

10:10 AM- 11:30 AM Earlier today in what seemed like a mob justice, male residents of Langas estate escorted a suspected thief towards pioneer estate. Having briefly met the gang on my way around the fence separating Langas estate and the National Youth Service training grounds, I watched the mob march the suspected thief, even…

Heart of Gold

If there’s anything this fuel crisis in Juba has taught me, life is a bittersweet blend of meanness and kindness. At the bus stop I watched the otherwise respectable people scramble to get into the matatu(known as Mosalat). The first to enter always clung to the van before it came to a halt, shoving and…

To the girl in the hijab.

I wish I wrote this sooner, I don’t know if it should be an apology letter or an acknowledgement of your strength.  This is my shout-out to the girl in the hijab. You were once my deskmate, long ago while we were in class 6. I remember you now because you taught me how to…

Mosaic of a Broken Home

When would the blasting end? The room was quiet, filled with tensions adrift. The last phone call had everyone in the room holding their every breath. There has been an accident was all that had been said, a car had knocked my sister off a motorcycle as she went out to buy diner and rushed…

Getaway

If I could chase after the wind, would I fly away at the break of dawn like a lonely crow seeking its murder? I often wonder what it’d be like if my mother hadn’t made the journey here, to Kenya. How she held on to 3 children out on the Nairobi streets those first few…

Don’t Love An Introvert

Originally posted on Levitalks:
Don’t love an introvert if you are not prepared to embrace our eccentricities. You’d understand why we look fragile like a night breeze, soft like a passing wind but deadly like a tropical storm. We come with a warning of falling out of love ends you up to a suicide club.…