Writing is... hard. I wanted to start about how calming it is, how it helps consolidate thoughts etc etc but I will not. That's not how I'm feeling right now. A few days ago I looked up 'writer's block'. Most people posited that what we call 'writer's block' seems to in fact be, quite simply, … Continue reading Write…Right ?
I woke up today feeling like I wanted to make pancakes. I got the flour, cracked eggs into it and added warm water to it. It was quite thick and lumpy so I added more water and kept stirring it. Heated some oil in a pan as I struggled with the uncooperative batter. Thick, lumpy, … Continue reading Pancakes ? No thanks !
I love music. I want to consume my music like a three course meal: appetizer, main course and of course, dessert. I want to hear all the beats, instruments, words, bassssssssss- everything. To me, music is intimate. Listening to it is like meeting up with a lover - you want to do that in a … Continue reading My headphones. My love
Dear Babu, I'm terrible with formalities. Sometimes I say "Good evening" at six a.m. Other times I don't know whether to hug someone or to shake their hand, so it's awkward for a few minutes until the other party saves the situation. Some times I haven't talked to someone in so long I don't know … Continue reading Letter to my Grandfather
Last evening I was almost robbed. I was walking in Nairobi town down Latema road, heading towards Tea Room to board a bus home. It had been a long week and I couldn't wait to get home. As I was squeezing through a mass of human bodies rushing towards either side, I felt someone pick … Continue reading Fight. Just fight.
"Look at me," he whispered. Slowly, she lifted her face and met his gaze. What she'd heard along the corridors was true. He had the loveliest eyes: a deep golden brown colour, whose golden specks were illuminated by the sun. Not even his thick, dark eyelashes could veil that glory. He looked into her eyes … Continue reading The Stare