The Professor
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The Professor

The Greater East African Colony: 2084 AD Department of Astrobiology (DoA), Sector C. 12: 45pm He sat silently at his bench, motionless, and not a hair on his skin acknowledged the presence of the young lass hovering beside him. Aliya Kendi was a post-doctoral beauty that had but a scanty supply of flesh around her…

MICROBE II
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MICROBE II

The warm sunshine struggled through the heavy fog that hang above the town. The morning seemed calm and quiet, such that one would be led to believe that all was well with the world. From a red Corrado that had just sped into the hospital’s parking lot, emerged a man. It was 7.00 am. The…

MICROBE
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MICROBE

“I need you to lie on your side, Mr. James. Can you do that for me? Good, good. Now, pull your knees up towards your chest and relax.” Mr. James complied. It was his sixth day here, and he was now willing to do anything in order to get out. Well, perhaps not anything, but,…

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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…

TO WONDER…
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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…

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…