Tag: Wakimuyu

The silhouette of the man began coming towards us. Beatrice screamed and hid behind me.

You are watching and listening on top of a boda boda; Rushing, blood pumping, heart beating heading to your crush.

The sound that escorted us through the night was the squeaking of Njoro’s bicycle, the hooting of owls, and the chirping of crickets.

"The days run away like wild horses, over the hills." — Bukowski says. This has been true for me for the past two weeks. The days are a

Johnstone will wake up at 5:00 am. He will hear his alarm ringing and put his pillow around his ears, and wonder how he ended up here.

The sun is rising lazily and introducing a new day, and as it does the city is slowly humming to life.

There was a circus before we got to the sacrifice of blood. “I have heard that you are showing people your breasts?” The Great Healer began.

“There is another man that is stopping Beatrice from loving her husband,” the witch doctor sang in an irritating cadence.