It’s hot, very hot. Inside the car, outside the car and inside her tummy. Syriana has just tried some wine that Remi had encouraged her to have. Remi, she laughs. What a funny sounding name the man she loved had. Remi. It meant something akin to ‘the stubborn one’ where she came from. But he was not headstrong, he was kind and sweet. She laughs again

“Glad to see you are having a good time,” Remi says.

Syriana was indeed enjoying herself. She had taken the afternoon off on a Thursday, the next day was a public holiday and the…

It is very easy to fall in love with or shag your bae’s close buddies.

si wako tu apo. and they do listen much better than bae. Sometimes.

then, si ati ni vibaya sana. si mko tu apo.. ni kama permission imepatianwa you know? si its just bros sharing. like lions when they share a catch. then in most cases, you are all each others types either because of proximity or because that is the thing that brought and is keeping you together…is only natural.

then i thought. Long ago, barely a century past, when people had a chance of…

I heard our song on the radio the other day.

I liked hearing it on the radio.

That was our thing; the radio.

Like old people.

Because sometimes we imagined we were a couple in the 80’s, with a deviant trait. It also explained our love for very old music, denim clothes and how we laughed. Like we had not yet seen bad times.

I just made a bad joke in my head and I laughed. Then I laughed imagining me telling you about it. Then I laughed some more because of how your laughter would sound with a cute…

Still missing you.

That is no secret. Not news, Not surprising.

Coz babe… You were something.

No, you were everything and a little bit more.

What has triggered me right now?

You Tube, a youtuber, a very specific Peng ting.

The day I discovered Wahura was the day I discovered how jealous you could be.

Like in a really sweet way.

I couldn’t stop watching her videos. I wanted to consume them all. I needed to hear that intro over and over. And then I could not stop talking about her; that smile, that skin, her brilliant mind.

But all…


Nimekumiss sana.

I wish I could tell you this to your face, to your ear….or any other sensory part you will let me.

I woke up this morning and something about the air, the sun and the hour made me think of you.. you were not really called to were already close by so you just kinda popped in.

Thinking about you, about us, about the time we had together makes me feel… hopeful. I know that I can be happy. I have been happy. With you.

I miss the synchrony we had in the kitchen. Like we…

“When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad. Being and non-being create each other. Difficult and easy support each other. Long and short define each other. High and low depend on each other. Before and after follow each other. Therefore the Master acts without doing anything and teaches without saying anything. Things arise and she lets them come; things disappear and she lets them go. She has but doesn’t possess, acts but doesn’t expect. When her work is done, she forgets it. …

The first passage of the Tao Te Ching.

“The tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal Name. The unnamable is the eternally real. Naming is the origin of all particular things. Free from desire, you realize the mystery. Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations. Yet mystery and manifestations arise from the same source. This source is called darkness. Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.”

I have found this to be extremely true. Life is far from being figured out. It is mysterious in…

Kuosha Kwingi Pt. 5

A year after Martha had been found in a compromising situation with her boss’s husband, life had taken a few interesting turns.

At the end of the same week she was fired, Malika had called her back into the house. Martha was scared but went anyway. She hoped she would be reinstated. They must have discussed it and found her innocent, right? However, when Martha got there, Malika had a different thing on her mind. They were going to pay her off so that she would never expose Shaban for having raped her. …

Everyone gets this kind of day. The kind of day that has you feeling doomed. On this day, you are sure your life will not amount to much. That your life is some kind of loop that you can never really break. No matter how many books you read or how many prayers you send to whatever deity, you will still amount to as much as fate had destined for you. On this kind of day, you feel powerless, out of control- like nothing you do will ever cleanse you from your past. A past marred with the effects of…

Martha was feeling so proud of herself when she got home that Saturday afternoon. She had managed to get a few groceries for the house. Finally, she had some toilet soap that was not also going to do the laundry and the dishes. she felt like her life was going to be okay after all.
Kids from neighboring houses were playing madly everywhere. At first, they stopped and said hi. Then they tried to get close to her to see what she was carrying. It was unusual for anyone in the area to buy more than what they were going…

Y. W Wamuyu

Y.W Wamuyu is a film maker, performing artist, award winning writer and author of the short story collection GUESS WHOS COMING FOR BRUNCH.

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