Category: diary feature series
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green grape
So here I am, underground pathways, screeches and screens and windows that bring my reflection back to me, when a grape, a single green grape, slips off my fingers and rolls onto the floor. A green sphere with momentum across the carriage’s grey floor which I am certain has seen, if not felt, the myriad…
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roslindale
In this topography where convenience is sold en masse, past the carwash, and past the big rectangle-ish block of building that has a thrift shop where you got a yellow jacket that will brave a hurricane for an hour before succumbing, past the fastfood one where they messed up your order, or fastfood two that…
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Enroute
12/22/2020 Enroute The probox is traversing the dirt roads that snake their way through the thickets and bushes and the wind is blowing in my face, a cool wind – atypical to the usually scalding weather this part of Kenya is used to. Next to me are two other passengers, one sleeping through the bumpy…
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Mimi na Berlin
Mimi na Berlin[i], I, and Berlin[1] I with the nostalgia of recent flailing with the wind, the weight of my body on two spinning wheels past Feld Tempelhof, and the traffic lights greening me on, swayed, bobbed, sprung to the beats so loud they seemed to come from the deepest recesses of the stomach, the…
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even in another time
What remembrance lies beyond what the ear hears, what the eyes see, what the senses feel?
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Taxi Ride in a rainy city
Aki vitu nimeona ( a diary) 1st September 2021 “Taxi Ride in a Rainy City” “Me,” he told me, his left hand resting on the steering wheel and the other waving to accentuate his point, to show that what he was saying was nearly as important as driving through streets that were being washed by…
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Bodaboda musings
Aki vitu nimeona ( a diary) 26th January 2021 “Bodaboda[1] musings” I sleep in matatus[2]. Yes, even the obscenely loud ones that traverse these devious Nairobi routes with turnboys who swing their bodies on those racing vehicles like pendulums – I once saw one in a Mwiki-bound matatu hold his body perpendicular to the racing…
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Am I saved?
Aki vitu nimeona ( a diary) 9th December 2020 Afternoon. Bustling Nairobi. I am seated by this parking lot cum skating lot on Sundays located just at the intersection of Harambee and Moi Avenue. The sun’s glaring rays have been fortuitously tuned down, lest we are scorched. There is a steady stream of cars, but…
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Haloed Moon
Aki vitu nimeona ( a diary) Winter 2018 “Haloed Moon” ‘La Dolce Vita’, chalked on a black quadrat hanging above a couple smitten by them; seeing the glasses of wine. I look up, from my finished gnocchi, its taste still taunting my taste buds. Still waters. I look at her, graceful, grateful. She catches my…