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16 October 2013 » Mwende

Hi. I’m not sure what kind of  night you’re having because you look like you always do. I guess that’s part of being the moon; sitting in the middle of night,not saying much or doing much at all. Just looking. Waiting. Maybe for someone to look up and say ‘Hi’? I don’t know. I feel like I can talk to you. Is it because of your kind phase? Sorry, bad moon joke. Anyway, I wish I could cop a ride to where you are.  We could hang out. I’ll do most of the talking. Okay, all of it. We’ll look down at...

16 October 2013 » Mwende

Hi. I’m not sure what kind of  night you’re having because you look like you always do. I guess that’s part of being the moon; sitting in the middle of night,not saying much or doing much at all. Just looking. Waiting. Maybe for someone to look up and say ‘Hi’? I don’t know. I feel like I can talk to you. Is it because of your kind phase? Sorry, bad moon joke. Anyway, I wish I could cop a ride to where you are.  We could hang out. I’ll do most of the talking. Okay, all of it. We’ll look down at...

16 September 2013 » Mwende

She woke up to the sound of his key in the door. There was no sleep to rub from her eyes, not these days. The clock beside the bed blinked green. It was 2 a.m. She listened as he shut the door and kicked off his shoes. She would find them askew by the door in the morning, discarded by their owner. Something she knew a little about. She followed his footsteps …on the stairs? He never came straight to bed! Not before supper! This she had learned earlier on in their marriage. Sourly, she thought...

02 September 2013 » Mwende

https://mwendethedreamer.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=460&action=edit I sat alone on the park bench. The midday sun, which would have been a nightmare, was tempered by a modest dose of cloud cover, making it a perfect day for a picnic. I watched as Nairobi succumbed to hunger’s demand., the streets immediately teeming with starved suits with a time limit.  Deftly, I reached for the Uchumi ham sandwich I had bought earlier, and settled in for the afternoon’s activities. Perky Stella...

23 August 2013 » Mwende

Its not easy being different. It means that no one understands. No one can listen. Really listen. Especially when its something that everyone knows off. Its like the sun to us mortals versus the sun to a blood-sucking, fang-bearing creature of the night. Its like a haircut to the average guy versus a haircut to Samson. Its kryptonite. My kryptonite. I know how to be strong. That’s how we were brought up. Be strong, they said. Don’t cry, they said. And so I didn’t. I know how to be unmoving....

16 August 2013 » Mwende

Its been quite a long day. First, I made the grand discovery that I, am old. Ancient. Mummified. Soon to rise from the dead.  I no longer identify with the ‘younglings’. I sneer at their verbal t-shirts, and their colorful shoes. Their gigantic caps are beyond me! Fashion, you say? Pah, I reply with disgust. This language they speak … English? Nay! Jamaican English.. what does that mean?! Don’t ask me; I’m old. Apart from the chalk-on-blackboard kids, life is grand. This is the part where I’m...

03 August 2013 » Mwende

She walks into the room and time stops. All form of conversation is suspended. All thought, forgotten, except her, the elusive creature. She is a vision in her silk champagne gown. It flows gently against her caramel skin. The room sighs longingly. Elegant. Graceful. Hearts clench in their chests as her lips curve into a captivating smile. Ties are fastened, breath is checked, dummy conversations are carried out with adjacent mirrors. Here, everyone has a chance to meet with her. Court her,...

08 July 2013 » Mwende

It’s been a warped day. For one, I’m not bored to tears on a Monday morning. Weird!! Aaaand… I was two hours late to court.  Two whole hours!!! And fifteen minutes if you want to be technical. Gasp, I know. How does that happen?? Well, here’s a complete guide to being late to work. Step One Get a job. Or just go to school. In this case, law school. Can’t be late for something you don’t have … except of course a period.  Anyway..  Step two Pass just enough to finish second year( no pressure. As...

29 June 2013 » Mwende

People can’t help but stare when he walks down the street. It would be an understatement to say that he is easy on the eyes. But his magnetism goes beyond just a pretty face. Within 5 minutes of meeting any woman, he charms his way into her heart. Is it his smile? His bicuspids are white perfection. His eyes? Chocolate heaven. His silver tongue? He does have a way with words. I can’t say its one thing in particular. It’s just… Him. Ladies adore him and its not just the young’ns. I’ve seen him...

13 June 2013 » Mwende

Caring hurts. Such is the folly of the human heart. It brings such joy at first, to be vulnerable,  but with time you realize that you’ve stretched your neck across a chopping board. You’ve given someone a butcher’s knife to hold over your head, hoping they wont drop it. Its a thrill, knowing you trust a person. But the hand gets tired. Distractions come along, and though they may not mean to do it maliciously, the knife falls. Disbelief comes first, then anger. Anger can burn for quite a...

06 June 2013 » Mwende

Tujuane. You either love the show or hate it. I’m sure everyone has their own thoughts, which they readily share anytime the show is brought up, but here are my two cents. For those whose humble abode is carved out of the side of a mountain, tujuane is a Kenyan dating show which follows guys through their first date. I watch tujuane for a number of reasons. One, it offers a glance at the structure of society. The divide between the hustler and the Barbie, the shao and the urbanite, wannabes...

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