It has been two years since he set foot in a church, not even in weddings; he only attended the receptions. He can’t exactly remember at what point he fell off, he missed the first Sunday and that was it. He was brought up in a staunch Christian household. He learnt to pray when he […]
Category: Quickfire
Quickfire is a section where we will write short, ruminative stories. Quickfire will have no more than 500 words. Quickfire articles will be posted at least once a week. Quickfire is an escape for long articles about nothing. Quickfire will not waste your time. And finally, Quickfire’s purpose is to elicit profound thought among its readers.
Fathers and Sons
Jimmy sat still at the wheel of his car. The basement parking lot was murky and silent which wasn’t unusual being a rainy Sunday in the CBD. Outside, the soft patters of the rain hit the ground in harmony. They were slow and lazy and hadn’t changed pace for the half hour he had been […]
The Dead tell no Tales
By Mike Muthaka A guy walks into a bar. He’s spotting a blue sweater –a gift from his ex-girlfriend. She said that it brought out his eyes, whatever that meant. The fabric was comfortable, though. It kept him warm. Frank didn’t care much about style and much less about how it modified his facial […]
Ladies of the Night
It was a moonless night and beyond the walls of the club, a cold night engulfed everything in ominous darkness. The nightclub was teeming with life and animated revelers, the alcohol in their system controlling the rhythm of the night. Dancers danced and the singers sang along off-key to the rhumba blaring from the speakers. […]
Men also cry
When Baraka heard the window in his living room shatter, his buttocks tightened and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He opened his eyes wide in the dark, trying to see any shadows through curtained-off his window. His heart was pounding its way out of his chest cavity. He sat up slowly, not […]
Men Playing God
For the first time ever, I am typing a blog post in a public place. I am in the school computer lab with a few other students. The mood reeks of Friday debauchery and cheap cologne. The guy closest to me has a colorful jacket, and baby locks with a bead tied against the front […]