Friends are for forever.That is what Phoebe thinks when she meets Dan through a friend at a party.They instantly hit off,he has a good kind heart.He is funny and very charismatic.She is charmed,she knows that  all she needs and wants from him is friendship.At the party,no one can tell that they have just met,they are talking,sharing tidbits about their various lives.He says he  works  for an IT company in Nairobi,she is a pharmacist  working in a government hospital outside Nairobi,with her own part time private practice in town.She has a kid from a previous relationship.He has a baby mama.He drives a Fielder,she drives an Impreza. Their banter continues over drinks,he is drinking vodka,dry.She is drinking  gin and tonic.They hardly notice how time has flown,the friend who introduced them alerts them that its time to leave.They swap contacts and decide to keep in contact.

Two nights later the duo meet over dinner.Theirs is a fast growing friendship.They are both very intelligent people They agree on some things,they don’t on others,like religion and politics.They however get past that and form a very meaningful friendship.The next five months see the birth and growth of this platonic relationship.They hang out at every opportunity.They talk about everything,he knows her deepest secrets and she knows his.They run to each other when they have issues, their  families have met.He gets along just  fine with her siblings,her mother and even her son.She does too with his entire clan. Their kids are friends,they even have a play day,every Sunday afternoon which conveniently offers Dan and Phoebe a chance to hang out.Over time their differences are almost dissolved,he is even open to exploring her faith and she has become accommodative to his political views and opinions.They have a pretty awesome friendship,they are even closer with each other than with the friend who introduced them.

Fast forward six months later and things progressively  change,they slowly begin falling out.All of a sudden she finds him boring,he finds her petty.He thinks she needs to learn how to let go of stuff,she thinks he needs to stop being a moron.They pick fights with each other from nothing to something.He hates her guts,she hates his non-willingness  to commitment to anything His opinions on politics are suddenly too radical for her liking,her faith is blind and dumb for him.They start hanging out less,they hardly call or text each other because when they do,a fight erupts.They have become like an old married couple,fighting  and bickering about everything and nothing.

She reminiscences about their good times and takes a step to restore this friendship.She still cares about him.They meet over lunch,they decide that they have been stupid and selfish and decide to give things a try,A month later their are back to where they were before the meeting.She can see the hate in his eyes,he can see the disgust in hers.

Their folks start noticing the disconnect but there is nothing they can do to help.Their pride,ego,needs and selfish ways come first to both of them.He blames her,and her him.Two people who started as the best friends have become each others worst enemies.

Which leads to my question,is it possible for a man and a woman to be just friends?


South C and Kasarani.

On Friday for lack of something better to watch,i found myself watching #Tujuane, a reality dating show in which the hosts scouts the streets of Nairobi looking to match make various single people encountered on the street.Well, were treated to some drama by the South C diva who thought the guy from Kasarani was “pathetic”.Her attitude and diva-ness stood out the entire time,the cool guy was silently watching her am sure wishing that the cameras were not rolling.At the end of the show,the lady left after paying the bill,totally ignoring the guys visa card as he attempted to take care of the bill.That chic wherever she is, is sorry already for the way she acted tweets,memes and trolls are all over.She will never hear the end of that story.She will be single for a loooong time.That should teach you divas a lesson or two on etiquette and courtesy,plus you never know where and with who you just might end up with.
I wrote the story below months ago and just let it sit on my drafts as i did not have an appropriate introduction,thanks to Tujuane,am now happily posting it.As you read it,think of all the people you have heard who were thrown out of marriages because they could not conceive.Contrast,and notice how some wont appreciate what they have while others would simply kill to have it.
Maria is a scared woman.She has been for years now.Her friends think she should see a shrink,but she wont hear none of it.She hates her mother she has not talked to her for close to 10 years now.She heard of how she is dying,wasting away in a hospital,paying for her misdeeds as it is but that did not touch her.She blames every misfortune she has ever had on her mother.
She was only fourteen,a candidate at a local primary school,ready to do her final exam and go to high school.Her family was poor,they lived in a single room all six of them,her mother and four younger brothers.She had never seen or heard of a father.Her mother did all sorts of odd and menial jobs to ensure they was rent,food and that all five of them were put through school.What Maria didn’t know was that what her mother earned was never enough for everything.She often saw uncle Mulama come to their house once in a while with a bag of shopping,sugar,two packets of maize flour,rice,a bar of soap,a loaf of bread,and sometimes a kilo of matumbo.Maria’s mother would send her and the boys for an errand and when they came back uncle Mulama would have been gone
Uncle Mulama was a tall dark man with a frowny face.Maria used to think that he was about 67 years old.Her mother was 40.He was a very cheerful man,he loved the boys he would play with them when he came to visit Maria’s mother.He was a night guard at the city for a bank.He once brought Maria a new school uniform and a pair of shoes,the girl couldn’t have been happier.He lived two blocks away from the plot where Maria and her family used to stay.
It was a hot afternoon when Maria came home to find her mother lying on the Mattress writhing in pain,her brow wet with perspiration her teeth clenched tightly.Amid gasps,she asked Maria to send the boys to uncle Mulamas and asked her to remain behind.Maria did so,she asked her if she could call the neighbor or the landlady to help them get her to the nearby health center,her mother refused.
When the boys went away, Maria’s mother asked her to come help her,she was in so much pain.
“Mami,where does it hurt?can i help you up?”,poor Maria asked despairingly seeing her mother overcome by pain.
“no…arrrgh……water…”she cried.
Maria went to get the water.Her mother now lay on the mattress with her legs astride,her skirt hiked,she was giving birth.Maria almost fainted,she had no knowledge of a pregnancy,It was a breech,the legs were coming out first.She was so shocked she dropped the mug of water on the floor,shattering it to uncountable pieces.
She was pushing,grunting in pain.The little beads of sweat on her forehead were now dripping on her neck,her nose was running,she was biting a towel to stifle her painful moans as she did not want her nosy neighbors to get wind of what was going on.After twenty agonizing minutes,the baby was finally delivered,all this time Maria was watching shaking shocked and scared as hell.She had never seen anything so disgusting. Her mother smothered the baby with a pillow till she was sure it was no longer breathing.She then carefully shoved it in a black polythene paper bag together with the placenta and all the soiled beddings. She handed it to Maria and told her to go put it in the pit latrine.Maria’s heart was beating,her hands were shaking,she had witnessed the most traumatizing ordeal of her life.She was crying as she shoved the paper bag in the latrine.A trail of thoughts and questions bombarded her innocent head.She could tell that the baby was about 6-7 months.It was a girl,the little sister she would never have.
She knew her life had changed,she never wanted to see her mother ever again .



The cold is biting,the ambulances’  siren is wailing,the t.v at the reception is blaring,news.The Script is playing on Myspace,if you ever come back.Am all alone in the tiny room called office,the naked bulb is glaring at me,am burning the midnight oil while at it earning my buck.Its then that i decide to write this post.I had an idea about it while in the jav,i was getting some serious elbowing by some  guy who decided he wanted to read the morning paper and i be his table,am seated between him and the driver who has decided to the gear thingy wont work unless it grinds on me*get your mind out of the gutter honey*.Anyway,guys,everyone who has read my previous posts,i really appreciate.Am working on moving from fiction to something else,but i think fiction is giving me confidence.Every single word i write here is undeniably from an amateurs mind,but .we all come from somewhere,so baby steps.I hope you enjoy,thank you 🙂


The pounding rain on the iron sheets is my lullaby.It has been raining for the past two hours,I am hurdled on the sofa with a blanket covering my legs,a cup of the now cold coffee is on the table.A cancer stick is dangling from my mouth,the ash tray is full.The lights are out,but the TV is on,its mute.I have been waiting for my wife since 9.00pm.Shes working she says,but i know better;shes working the meat hanging between the legs  on the son of a bitch called Kamau,that slut.

Things have not always been like this between us.Hell i do not even know how they got  like this.We have been married for 5  years,with  ups and downs as usual.She forgave my indiscretions,or i thought she did and agreed to try and make us work.My indiscretions mind you,are getting myself fired.She lied.I lost my job a year ago,she was a house wife by then,everything seemed to go south that time.It was a dark time of our lives.She had another miscarriage we were facing eviction,were had used our savings,trying to get our way out of debt.My ulcers had me hospitalized. We were almost giving up,she had given her resume to some of her friends,and at the nick of time,a former classmate offered her a job as an executive assistant.

Just like that,she assumed the role of the breadwinner,and i became her bitch.Things seemed to work for a time. Of course  her salary could not match my previous one so we had to  re adjust our lifestyle, still we were happy.She would leave early and come back in the evening to a clean house,clean clothes and  a waiting husband.We would cuddle on the soaf as she re counted her day,and i would listen intently,offering her advice having worked for years.I was still looking for a job,i had started drawing again i had stopped after campus since i got busy.She was a sweetheart,never put me down or disrespected me in anyway,but only for a time.Things began to change.

The meetings became suddenly many,traveling,office retreats,team building events.Having worked before,i took her word,she would never lie to me.My gut called me stupid,but i ignored it.

Six inches heels,lipstick,new haircut,shorter and tighter skits,make up and obsessing with her figure were what had me rattled,Sally was always a country girl,she didn’t care about make ups and stuff,she liked to be natural,part of the reason i was drawn to her.When i raised my concerns,for the first time we had a bad fighting,she called me jealous lazy,and many other things that hurt my ego and gave serious blows to my man hood.Her defensiveness had me raise my bullshit detector to a whole new level.

That was the beginning of many a fights,she started looking at me in disgust.She hated my touch,she could not stand me.We stopped talking,only talking when it got necessary,we stopped having meals together.The couch became my bedroom.She started cutting my allowance she started buying fewer things,the bathroom soap,sugar,calling them luxuries.I waited patiently for her to snap out of whatever trance she was in.I was wrong.

When she wouldn’t change,and her attitude seemed to get worse,i started following he.Being the country girl she is,her lack of  discretion sold her out instantly.I know everything,I have seen her do things to Kamau,things that i have never seen in my life,i have pictures of her in positions i never thought her body was capable of.I got past my jealous i got past my rage,i accepted that things have gone  south.I cannot see my self forgiving her,she has gone broken the vow she made to me  before God and man.She has burnt all the bridges that could have  ever brought us together.Am i unhappy?i really don’t know,my heart is an ice box,i only know one thing;the events that are going to follow will change both of our lives forever.

I know its wrong what i am about to do,hell its cruel and dangerous but it must be done.I cannot live like this,I am a man.A man acts.He defends his ego.He gives onlookers something to talk about,because he is a man.

The key turning in the lock breaks my trail of thoughts.The light flickers on as she hangs her rain coat and umbrella.

Its 1.00 pm.Time to act!