Wangari could sleep. She could switch off almost completely. She goes off in an instant, like a thing without electricity. She lies very still (like milk inside the gourds you used to sell as a boy). She sleeps like a baby. You’ve told her she makes flesh of every expression that describes bottomless sleepers. She … Continue reading A Guilty Breakfast
my mind is stuffed the way chicken are stuffed with somethings and nothings before an oven bake. because my head is full, today I am partaking in mind relaxing communion. I am a herb-ivore. Or what do you call a person who uses the herb hivo? Kurelax their mind. (not apologising for that pun by … Continue reading the one with the carrot and stick
You should be here. I wish you were here. And I wish you could send MPESA and be the first to call and sing at midnight. I want you to know that I will try not to cry. The way your ozz-band and daughter are pumped for this day, I owe it to them to … Continue reading More, please?
A boy, fifteen or so, saw me leave a kiosk a few weeks back. I had 40 shillings left as change. He stuck his hand out, asked me to spare some. I concluded that he'd use the money for drugs, so I pretended not to see his hand. It turns out, he had parked his … Continue reading notes about grieving you