From Daniel Sironei and Patrick (PD) Shaw to Wanugu, Wacucu, and Rasta, these names are whispered in the streets and only the elite are privy to the details. That is, of course, unless you read Owaah’s blog. Photo by @JapichaKE In the late 1980s and early 90s, my father, then a military guy, was busy … Continue reading The Staff of Legends: A Too Early For Birds Review
Time Waits For No Man! Imagine you are walking down the street minding your own business, and then you pass out. The next time you wake up there is an unattractive person breathing over you. Now imagine you ask where you are and five years of your life have already gone by. That's the past … Continue reading From Then to Now. A Fresh Start. A New Direction.
I have been writing and rewriting this post for days. No words seem to be able to capture the feeling that comes with. But as do all good things, the end for Scenesanaa as we know it has come. *Sigh!* For now at least. Think about it this way; roughly 2 years ago, we had a … Continue reading Thank you and goodbye – for now!
It is strange that when I hear the word outcast, I remember Kamau, the boy who sat behind me in class three; the boy whose name might have as well been spelled thus because everything about him was. I remember how nothing could keep us from playing rounders; how nothing could tear us from bambrika (apparently it's … Continue reading Outcast
Yes, I have been lonely, In a crowded room, When faces were bright and smiling, I have felt the gloom, Of secrets, crushing on my heart. Yes, I have been lonely, When texts, to and fro, Were exchanged from smart handsets, I have seen the harrow, Digging out sorrow, in messages. Yes, I … Continue reading Lonely
I thank you for the mundane things, The cock that crows, the bird that sings, In mornings that days begin; The food that fills, the thirst that’s quenched, The rain that has me completely drenched, E’n in places I’ve never been. I thank you for a perfect day, The brief repose, pain kept at … Continue reading I thank you
You are my addiction. I crave the taste of your rejection, the highs in your hi's and when i'm low I come looking. You are my prison. I volunteer every day to be caged in my affections for you. To feed on the meagre food of your approval. To drink in the macabre life I … Continue reading Dear Caroline (Wuthering Heights)
Her bridge was awash with thistles of despair and regret. 'I was good at it, I will have you know' she said. To Odhis, it sounded like the last kicks of a dying man, a final attempt to epitomize a moment that refused to transcend time. If only he could be her knight in shining … Continue reading NIGHT IN SHINNING HAMA
Coloring the black shades with her queen, in the game she thought she was playing, she didn't realize, until her heart broke into twenty-nine pieces of silver, one shy of Judas, zero dignity, reduced to less than Hosea's wife, because hers came with no title, that she was only for hire, that she was only … Continue reading WIFE FOR HIRE!
You have been looking for a job for a while now since you left campus. You are tired of sending resumes and just about to give up. Other than dropping resumes you are beginning to wonder what to do with the time you now have in plenty. You don’t want to spend all of your … Continue reading Unemployed? Here are some things that you should know