Koinange Street Blues

Koinange street blues It’s a cursed night for the green city under the sun. Dark. Cold. Gloomy. Lightening flashes as the heavens pour out their wrath on Nairobi. Every street is overflowing with water. A homeless man pulls polythene covers over his legs. He is part of a street family that is huddled around each…

Are Kenyan Pens writing blank; cursed by Taban?

Are Kenyan pens writing blank, in colourless ink, cursed by Taban? In lost glory, they plough they write, in colourless ink cursed by Taban You say Ngugi, Meja, Ogot. Names of the old, faces we forgot You insist Mutahi, Imbuga! Please! Those are of the decade ‘Sabin’ For now our pens run fast, write much…

They Crucified Lucifer

They crucified Lucifer, The ancient Dragon Sword wielding, forked tongue, hissing serpent. His hands nailed; Spear thrust on twisting slippery waist, And crown of thorns stuck on his horn filled head. Like a magician with a new trick he smiled. No blood spilled, He turned the purple curtain in the synagogue black as the sun…

The transfer

    It was confirmed. They would cut me up in the morning, remove it and stitch me up. The thought makes me swallow a knot, my stomach tightens again. I feel the dampness on the bed sheets. I am sweating and it is not due to the heat.  I close my eyes. Maybe this…

Times up

He summoned me from hospital.  Soni, my granddaughter, drove me there, and then pushed me in my wheel chair up to his room on the third floor. When she left, he started talking. He had changed in the last 50 years. His cheeks were drawn in and the once handsome face was wrinkled like a…

He loves me. Really!

He loves me. He does. Really! He smiles and looks at me over the table Okay, not at me but my cleavage But isn’t this the behavior of men of this age? One day his eyes will rise over the table And into my beautiful eyes he will look Then he will love me. He…

Nothing’s changed

I died three days ago. A brutal death I wouldn’t wish on my enemies. My head was split open, my brain sprayed onto the floor of the entrance to the offices where I worked and blood spluttered on my fellow employees. It was that type of death I often saw on those low budget horror…

Getting rid of Randy

I want to kill him, even though he is dead. He lies on the coffin looking so handsome, so regal. Even in death, he looks like a winner. The mahogany coffin does not seem to have the last laugh. He looks like he might just smile and get up. My loathing for him doubles and…