The Reneeissance

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The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 3

Philip. I can smell him. The brightness of the morning has filled up my bedroom too eagerly. Philip is in my bed. And on my skin. And between my thighs. And tangled in my sheets.[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 2

Why? Why, what? Why, the name? The whore name. Is that really what you’d rather be doing? Talking about names? I’m lying on top of my bed. He is sitting on top of my study[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 1

I’ve heard the whispers. The whore on the third floor. That’s what my neighbors call me. Forgive my neighbors for their lack of creativity. I mean. Really. And don’t worry that I’ll be offended if[…]

Love Me Or Die

Till death do us part. I fear that sentence. But they will tell you that I fear commitment. Like commitment is something to be fearful of. She even said it. My girlfriend, Anna, I mean.[…]

The Letter That Stayed In My Pocket

Hi, Frida. My name is George. If you’re reading this, it means that I am braver than I thought. It means that I took a leap of faith. This leap will result in me falling[…]

Stab Me, Baby

I should have known my place. I am sorry. I should have remembered who I was dealing with. A respectable member of society. A suit-wearing family man. You. A loving husband. A caring father. A[…]

Give My Husband Back

The year is 2018. The time is 11:37 PM, on a Monday night. The location is somewhere along Kandara Road in Kileleshwa, Nairobi. I step out of the shower, I dry myself, tie a towel[…]

Pregnancy, Pregnant, Pregnancy Termination, Abortion

Mother, May I?

You had sex last night? Yes. Why would I care– wait. Was it consensual? Yes. We both wanted it. Good for you. Very much. We’ve been dating for a while now. You’re smiling. It must[…]

She calls you Daddy. A word that only leaves her mouth when she really needs something that only you can provide. Otherwise, if she can find it somewhere else, she’d rather look somewhere else. Because[…]

Normally, I Would Kiss You – Part 2

So what if my heart is broken? And if it is indeed broken, then what? Will it stop beating? Will I drop dead? Will I stop breathing? Will my senses cease to function rendering me[…]

Normally, I Would Kiss You – Part 1

How do you do it? How do you grab my senses to yourself? So that when I walk into a room that has you in it, my eyes look for you and don’t rest until[…]

Domestic Violence, Abusive Marriage, Wife-beating

Forgive Me For Not Crying

I haven’t cried yet. I know you are no more. If nothing else, the conspicuous casket that is stealing all the thunder in today’s gathering is a dead giveaway – pardon the pun. I know[…]