While everyone got excited about the completion of Thika Highway because of its aesthetic appeal or that it would take less time to move about, I was busy getti...
The sewer system had blocked for almost a week and though the council officials had ignored it, calls to unblock it were intensifying so they gave in. Some of t...
She was the same height as he was, although he was a few months older. They had grown up in the same neighbourhood and their families had the same circle of fri...
She had a weird appreciation for knocks. Simple knocks on her door rose the hairs on her skin and made her heart dash. Knocks startled her in an interesting way...
Peace is…
Stillness, Quietness, Calmness,
It’s the stillness of the waters at the stream at dawn
It’s waking up to the chirps of birds as opposed to the crie...
Only the photo made sense to him. It was tucked behind the flowers that had been neatly arranged on top of the casket. It was his favourite photo, this one. He ...
I often say that I live in my head but in essence, it is the writer in me who does. She finds the tools for her writing in my mind and she creates scenarios and...
Kenyan runner, Kiprop Wilson. Image via
It’s that time of the year when days are longer than nights. It’s already past seven in the evening but darkness is ...
Martha leaned forward and kissed the face of her little girl, Angie. It was pale and cold and the little girl’s eyes bravely stared back as if they were the onl...
If everything existed in its perfect state, Annette would still desire to improve it. She is fastidious and critical and she believes that the least of ideas and words make up the greatest stories.
Annette is an ardent writer and her love for the written word is evidenced on smartyannette.wordpress.com. She doubles as a financial analyst. She lives in her head and she would probably only need cake, chocolate or ice cream flavoured with fruit and nut to survive on an island.
