Oops! This is Embarrassing
I am going to tell you a nasty, and dirty and probably horrible story.
A Whispered Promise of a Maybe
I was going to write about my very long week. And how tired I am. But after dribbling things down for half an hour with half of them making absolutely no sense, I went to sleep for a moment. I was ready to sleep when something pushed me to suck it up and finish what…
Night Moves…
I haven’t been sleeping well lately, am barely functional as it is. And it is taking a huge toll on me. The last time I had an almost great goodnight sleep, was on Wednesday. Come Thursday morning, and we realised a thief had come in the night and stolen from us. Again. We were all…
Roots and Relations
My little brother has a very annoying tendency of finding things that are not really lost. You could safely keep your necklace in your drawer and next thing you know he has it, and when you ask how he got it, he’ll calmly tell you ‘I found it’. The annoying part is, he apparently ‘found…
I Kinda Like My Employee
This is a work of fiction. A follow-up to My Boss Is A Jerk It was a warm Thursday morning. I was in my office typing a letter. With me was my friend Sheila. She always comes to my office when she has nothing to do or when she wants to complain and gossip. “I hate…
And with just a few words…
“How much longer did you except her to live?” she asked with a calm voice, her eyes slowly but steadily studying our reaction to that question. She was probably expecting to get an answer. The silence in the room was evidence of the discomfort the question had brought. What were we supposed to say? We…
The ‘Man’ in every ‘Woman’
I am the worst patient ever. I know this for a fact. I have an ardent fear of anything medicine related which means I can take even 10minutes to swallow a tablet, even one that is sugar coated. I hear there are such. I don’t have the guts to taste any. I will just take…
Hell of a Journey
I love travelling. Its something I would do all year if I get paid for it. (From the Archives…) I love travelling in comfort too. So I can be very choosy on which matatu I will use (when its public means). As I write this, I am actually travelling. I am headed back to school…
IVY
I like to consider myself a good friend. I like listening, and if possible, I can offer a piece of advice. This is not to say that I am wise, for that would be blowing my own trumpet too much.