By Brian Nzomo There was a horrible fascination in them all. He saw them at night, and they troubled his imagination in the day. The Renaissance knew of strange manners of poisoning,—poisoning by a helmet and a lighted torch, by an embroidered glove and a jewelled fan, by a gilded pomander and by an amberContinue reading “A REVIEW OF ‘THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY’ BY OSCAR WILDE”
Category Archives: LITERATURE
OF NO SUBSTANCE
By B. N Wendo Nobody saw the shrouded corpse leave the building. Nobody saw the red van speed away. And Kevin’s family felt the weight of a broken son uplifted from their backs. In her eyes, there was that dreadful disgust. What was he doing? Was this her son? She screamed at him. But thereContinue reading “OF NO SUBSTANCE”
A REVIEW OF TESS OF THE D’UBERVILLES BY THOMAS HARDY
By B.N Wendo Tess of the D’ubervilles was a bruising read. It was long. Very long indeed. The writer, Thomas Hardy, wrote in complex sentence structures and sometimes heavy English. The Epic of the female protagonist, Tess, was tackled incredibly. Her metamorphosis from a naive and spineless sixteen year old girl to a hale butContinue reading “A REVIEW OF TESS OF THE D’UBERVILLES BY THOMAS HARDY”
CONVICTION
By B. N Wendo There was no other solution to her misfortune. She had to get a wife for herself. Someone who could grant solace to her loneliness. And bear children for her. Kivanguli knew it was a bad idea to entertain his guest with tea on that sweltering afternoon. Yet there was nothing elseContinue reading “CONVICTION”
27 Years Old
B.N Wendo We always joked about dying before our twenty-seventh birthdays. The disillusion haunted us. The five of us. We always did what typical campus students did. Wake up late. Scroll through the class whatsapp group to find out whether the scruffy middle-aged lecturer would make it to class. And decide how the day shallContinue reading “27 Years Old”
ON THE IMAGINATION OF IDEAL GOODNESS…
By B.N Wendo In high school, I remember scoffing at the protagonists of Walibora’s Kidagaa kimemwozea. At that time, I boasted of my fledgling nihilism and repulsive pessimism. They were too good souls wafting above the murk that is human nature. And there was truly no change or growth in their virtues. Fair enough, theContinue reading “ON THE IMAGINATION OF IDEAL GOODNESS…”
THE CREATURE ON MY CANVAS
By B.N Wendo It has been over an year now. And there is still that horrid memory lingering in my mind. It never goes away. It never dissipates. I have moved from that town. And discarded the ardor for my craft. Reinvented my life. Booked therapy sessions. But the memory still won’t go away. AndContinue reading “THE CREATURE ON MY CANVAS”
TROJAN WOMEN (TROIADES) – EURIPIDES
By Brian Nzomo Majority of the Greek poetics speak of valiant and stoic men. Tragedies, as Aristotle indicated, is a genre of the poetics dedicated to the calamitous deeds that befall man. Like the Joycerian modernist characters, tragedies are unstoppable forces that emanate from the crude errors in a protagonist’s reasoning. Not merely punishment forContinue reading “TROJAN WOMEN (TROIADES) – EURIPIDES”
‘I AM NOT A BIPHOBE- I JUST HATE BISEXUAL MEN’
By Brian Nzomo Good morning Brian. Two weeks ago, I was exasperated by an episode that has shaken me to the core. Honestly, I cannot dissever myself from the bog of shock and shame and disbelief. Imagine, my boyfriend had the audacity to cheat on me. And deny it with a straight face despite myContinue reading “‘I AM NOT A BIPHOBE- I JUST HATE BISEXUAL MEN’”
THAT JUNGLE
By Wendo wa Manyondo It is one of those hot oppressive days. Wuod Ogola has strolled around the town for several hours; enduring the famous stench of Kangemi’s alleys, and the dustiness of its murram roads. He is looking for a job. Any job. But the quest was proving fruitless… His legs cramped. The toesContinue reading “THAT JUNGLE”
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