prose

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    THE WIDOW

                   Parents often toss a prayer into the heavens when their little minions run off to school – their small hands clutching onto their jingling pockets, heavy with the pennies that they had stolen and those that their mothers had reluctantly given them. Parents hope that their children’s march…

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    A GIFT

    The sharp clank of a metal bar colliding with bone filled the midnight air. A scream, and then silence. The weapon glowed dimly as it was spun, melting into the air with the typical transparency of a rotating blade. Beneath an amber street lamp in Nairobi, a man lay dead. At arm’s length, another man…

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    TO WONDER…

    As a faithful lover of science, experiments are my prayers, my toil in study is my worship, discoveries are my offering and the laboratory is the cathedral of my soul. I had never imagined, ever since I was a little primary school boy, that I would one day set foot in a Hindu temple. But when…

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    TO KILL, OR NOT TO KILL

    A few problems with Capital Punishment When the body is rested, and the mind, subdued by deep contemplation, seems unbent by the impulses of its vessel, stranger creatures stir, and bring to surface emotions old. It is here that our pretentious affirmations of certitude  are revealed by the circumspect eye of self-scrutiny, and that our…

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    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…