prose

  • To my fallen

    To my fallen comrades at the North East, a young boy now clenches his fists at the Harakat al – Shabaab al-Mujahideen. His civility has been his weakness, a weakness now discarded after living through the greatest waves of barbarity ever witnessed in post dictatorial Kenya. In him, he says, “…they now have a new…

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    APOLOGIA

    APOLOGIA I, deserving of a fair life, never enjoyed the excesses that wealth so prodigiously brings. To us, God was never over-kind, for our possessions were not huge: a small edifice was my home, a wooden hovel my church, and a widow’s well-earned pittance was all my siblings and I had to live by. It…

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    MEMORIES

      The happenings of life often flee from memory like short dreams. The joys never linger long enough for me to enjoy them. They flee from me faster than they came, leaving me cold and disheartened, like a lonely bird far away from land, drifting above the endless sea. Sometimes I think that this is…