Dan Mue
A chest is drawn out, Unveiling a stack of wooden splint ‘munitions’ One is singled out from the dozens, And the chest drawn back to its cover It snaps in as if to cock a rifle, click click Now all systems are go, The thick match head stares onto its igniter, Fire is only a … Read more
With an eye for crookedness, a mind distraught by ill will, and a heart inclined to latch onto safety; half a dozen people stand beside the road weighing options: to board or decline. A new arrival hoots and halts into the stage as its door slides open. Barely an eye’s wink later, some rowdy tout … Read more
It started as a tweet, then it turned into a strange cultural dissent, and now, here I was, seated across a counsellor, resounding his words in my head, “Hey, you have to embrace who you are becoming.” Once more, the ever stubborn question resurfaced, “Who am I?” It’s funny, a minute ago you felt aware … Read more
“Yoh, me nitakuswop!” Translation: “I’ll swop you!” (The Brit’s version of ‘swap’). If words and faces ever made impressions, this would be the textbook definition. Looking back, this chilly phrase made such a profound impression on the campus band crew. So remarkable was the phrase, it damn well deserves copyright. For such kind of impressions, … Read more
Here in Juja, there are days when the tropical sun is unforgiving, roasting live skin and ironing worn garments with nature’s uncut cruelty. From afar, it spits innumerable, fiery rays, and watches them launch into Earth’s sky with a daunting smile. The rays strike with insignia; mirages on the wide tarmac and trickles of sweat … Read more