The moon made it's way to its rightful territory as the horrors of the night crept in. The strong winds had ceased since dusk emerged and silence loomed, rather sluggish on that evening. Clouds parted the moon rays and blackened each moment the moon grew brighter. Trees stood still and the sounding of dropping leaves… Continue reading Tidings
When it strikes.
Slowly disoriented, their body felt the decay as soon as it came to be of existence. Tears rendered themselves more worthy than the happiness that drew itself and stuck by them A series of bare thoughts manifested themselves, and as unwanted, they raged in the most uncomforting manner, just to fit in. Their body came… Continue reading When it strikes.
Whim of fate.
The little tantrums of my heart meddle with the flow of my emotions, they collide side by side as the heart soars on my chest skin. Little voices from afar make their way to my ears deep down they want to break me a whole. The voices lay out phrases and melodies that I, in… Continue reading Whim of fate.
Love? Pass.
Strings, weaves of emotions, flashes of anger and an overwhelming amount of thoughts, Fought their way inside of her. Sad melodies, straws of pain, unfiltered voices, rose like an angry volcano inside her head. Flashbacks, regrets, and self pitty, took up their unwanted space in her poor soul. This, this isn't how it was supposed… Continue reading Love? Pass.
I gifted him flowers instead
I gifted him flowers he ought to have gifted me. I stood there before him, with the bouquet in my right hand behind my back, Making sure he wouldn't peek to see whatever I was concealing. Then I let out a few words, without filter, and not even rushing out of the door, I stood… Continue reading I gifted him flowers instead
Stephanotis
The wind brushes through the leaves, then ceases at its own silent and slow pace. Birds chitter their way up into the sky and fade away as they hit miles and miles out. Afar, the sounding of the tiny crawling bugs on the ground depart my ears, as they attend to their many youngings .… Continue reading Stephanotis
Gone are the winds
A clear ringing of the last words you said, pull me back, to the existence, that makes me dread, of how I even conceded to the emotion of closing ties, bound to a distant adventure that we alone would witness. A space, as I call it, is where I don't draw this and that, and… Continue reading Gone are the winds
The Kenyan Readathon
Reading connects us. It was around July last year (2020), when the thought came to me about driving people to read Kenyan works and support the unknown voices. I had initially started a BookTube channel to see that readers get to know about Kenyan authors as well as thrive in my favourite element, being a… Continue reading The Kenyan Readathon
No escape
An escape? yes. But certainly not a forgotten stain. The events play in my head continuously, like a so forgotten tape left running alone in an empty cinema hall. Hollow, empty, with no actual abode, i cling to the last of the memories hoping they would draw back, all that was. Silence, anger, with no… Continue reading No escape
As free
Sounds play inside my head, on repeat My face gets dry by every second The corner of my lips crack unapologetically My hands gets cold, i cannot feel them Voices, like a hungry ocean wave, tear up my ears. My feet wobble from the inside, I want to fly, i want to disappear I want… Continue reading As free