He knew something was wrong as soon as he stepped into the shade. The sun, slightly obscured from view, peered in from time to time as if it was privy to something he was not. The air felt heavy. It…
Category: Fiction
On the morning of June 18th, 2010, Jack Mutua was hit by a car. He was on Moi Avenue, trying to get to Tom Mboya Street so he could make his way home when it happened. The light was green…
She bought the mattress on Sunday. She spent the entire day deciding on whether to buy the blue one with the white welting cord. It was as stiff as a board but (more…)
“Red is a lovely colour on you,” she said. Sarah smiled and pursed her lips. She looked in the mirror and admired her new look. “Thank you.” (more…)