Tag: #fiction
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Her
…………you don’t get it do you? She was used to filth. Dirt and disgust. She had lived with it long enough it became part of her.You see, she was born in a filthy hospital. Rude nurses and slow doctors. Her mother gave birth to her in the waiting area. In the glare of too many…
Michellewaweru
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Nuance
Sururu. A sleepy town, right at the green belly of Mau forest. Yes, that Mau forest that is always on the headlines. It’s a dark town. Not the darkness you see, the darkness you feel. When you get there, you realize that something has sucked out all of the light. As if there is a…
Michellewaweru
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Wakili, a quick one.
Confidence crowned him, you see. There just was that air about him, a wall of bravado that somehow seemed to displace everything and everyone in his path. Maybe it was his gait, or maybe it was in how he constantly manspread his legs on every seat he perched on. He was comfortable taking up space,…
Michellewaweru
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The wait.
” Shit! I’m going to be late. I should have left the house earlier. I’m going to be late. Oh God, please stop the time for me. Just let all the clocks stop working for a while. For thirty minutes at least. You are powerful, aren’t you? Please make the clocks stop working. Please?” 7:50am.…
Michellewaweru
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This is manna.
Remember that kaSato in Roysambu? Right, for those guys reading this past Mount Elgon, Roysambu is a small town in the Nairobi outskirts. It usually has not much to write about, or atleast it did not. Well, not until this particular incident. So, this one Saturday, a lorry ferrying beer overturned. The crates splayed their…
Michellewaweru
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That guy Paul.
Do you know the story of Paul Ngei? Yes, that guy from Kapenguria six. I can almost see the picture in your head right now, a dark guy with a scraggly beard( I won’t call it bad because I know so many people who are touchy about their beards. What’s in a beard anyway?) Probably…
Michellewaweru
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A green story
There is a green stain on the glass wall next to where I am sitted. I noticed it immediately I sat down, it sat there,sticking out like a sore thumb. Especially because the rest of the glass had been cleaned so thoroughly I had for a minute thought it was just air. I had to…
Michellewaweru
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New rivers.
Cw: Suicide. Even rivers change courses. Or so I have heard. It would be a fat lie if I told you that I have seen a river change course. Also, saying that makes me wonder what sort of lies are the slim ones. Who even came up with a lie weighing scale? And in the…
Michellewaweru
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Legend
There is only one profession I know that thrives in mistrust from customers. Tailoring. And yes, I can hear the groan from the guy at the back left. Tailors don’t care about customer service. Or timing. Or anything. All this at the expense of their clients. Actually, do this, stop anyone walking on the street…
Michellewaweru
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Half of a yellow sun
I was in a small town that smells of tea leaves more than your cup of chai smells of tea leaves when a sentence came to mind. The essence of a story is to live another person’s life, to escape from our own reality and maybe to satisfy the human curiosity we have about other…