THE DOTTY LOVE TRIANGLE

(Objectification). She wakes alone, stands alone, walks alone, eats alone, watches alone and all her days pass while still alone. And when the night dawns, she still goes to sleep alone but dreams and thoughts wouldn’t leave her on her own.  She is the girl who grew up known, always preferred Yvonne chakachaka’s to any…

TRAVEL DIARIES II

16/11/2016 – 19/11/2016 This was the day of arrival. The journey was long and tiresome and people were really exhausted to say the least. The sun was sky high in the clouds and the heat was unbearable. No sooner did you quench your system than the water started oozing from your every pore in your…

TRAVEL DIARIES 15/11/2016 – 16/11/2016

Are you done? That was the statement heard in every room that hosted a fourth year as each was being hastened by their friends so as not to be left behind for the trip. Because just imagine otherwise, that would be a terrible joke and not funny at that. Well maybe a little. Some almost…

LASSO HIS HEART

CHAPTER TWO The return If only Sergio knew, on that night he would have stopped by saying hi and then bye, but he could not. Camilla was reserved and he saw it. She was calm, deep and a breath of innocence. He flashbacked to a time he had gone for one of his escapades and…

LASSO HIS HEART

  CHAPTER ONE Bon voyage Two years had passed by ever since Sergio had left for the city. He had left the small village that was in rut to look for greener pastures, so he said. Sergio was an ambitious young man who since they had met had never settled for less. From the way…

BEFORE SUMMER COMES WINTER

“Got a secret, Can you keep it? Swear this one you’ll save, Better lock it, in your pocket, Taking this one to the grave.” Those were the words humming in her head as she walked down town head down afraid of the eyes from the passers by, who seemed to read her like a little…

ELASTIC HEART ON A DIRTY PLATE (the letter to her husband)

Dear future husband, I hope this finds you well. For starters how are you in that glowing skin, strong body and angular framed face. Your eyes are my muse. I still visualize that rogue stare that puts me in place when i bring petty up and the strong arms you wrap around me when I’m…

Fresha’s chronicles (part 1)

Since I was young I’ve always had the knack for beautiful things. That was 22 years ago born very white and innocent. As I was told by my mum immediately my grandmother laid her eyes on me she named me Gatune. In my mother tongue this meant the brown girl and since then I’ve lived…