In The Holy Wings

In The Holy Wings

2018. I have just returned from lecture theatre. I feel worked up. Everything is messy. The bedroom is unkempt. Clothes thick with oil-like dirt glare and sprawl on the bed. Sharp stench perforate my nose. I haven’t washed utensils for two weeks now. I can’t tell how, but ugali has become my  best serve, nowadays….

For Sanity’s Sake

For Sanity’s Sake

I blush at recalling such simple, stupid ideas. As foolish as they are, they are worth risking for and dying for. But death. I fear death. Everyone does. God knows that cemeteries are no peaceful places. Not at all! But death is peaceful. It keeps one away from life’s froth, injustices and mockery. Naturally, dead…

Of God and Necks

Of God and Necks

Sunday. 2009. The man of God is relentlessly battling with the Devil. Saints are blabbering indecipherable words. Many ‘Amens’ are cutting the ‘Holy Spirit’ suffocated air. Some are walking. Others are standing. And others on knees. This or that saint is threatening the devil with Christ’s blood. Voices thin, thick, and hoarse are making the…

Nocturnality

Nocturnality

“Make Love to me, sweetheart. I want to feel you inside me,” she says her eyes lingering on my face. Today everything is sedate. Serenity wallow in the air as a young bird expect for a hyena which is busy breaking hymen of another. Their mating sounds make the night symphonious especially when their noises…