By Brian Nzomo. On that fateful night of a cold July, Mutunga’s father Mativo was in his barn sharpening his machete. It was a brand new machete and he loved to keep it maintained well as possible. “Aiii weee!” Kaveni his wife puzzled. “Are you going out to the bush right now? Or do youContinue reading “A NIGHT HUNT.”
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SAVE US THE PURITANS, WE NEED ART REALISTS.
By Brian Nzomo, Editor By EDITOR. At the helm of the Kenya Film and classification board (KFCB), the now outgoing CEO Dr. Ezekiel Mutua had sat with lofty hauteur surpassing that of a Hellenic hubris. Let’s be honest, his penchant for feeling indispensable as a moral cruciality in society, inebriated him to the point ofContinue reading “SAVE US THE PURITANS, WE NEED ART REALISTS.”
EMBRACING CHANGE IN LANGUAGE.
By Brian Nzomo. Language purists argue that it is a destructive move allowing new words, phrases and meanings in any particular language; supporting the claim that doing this would render a language superfluous and unsteady to withstand the morbidity of its importance. On the other hand, linguists supporting the enhancement of all facets of languageContinue reading “EMBRACING CHANGE IN LANGUAGE.”
HOPELESS.
By Brian Nzomo. No one could really point out exactly why despair seemed fond of her. They say that everyone was born to experience the sweetness of life to its cloy, and also experience the bitterness of it. But boy oh boy! Milkah’s life was just one hell of falling tower. For this flower, thereContinue reading “HOPELESS.”
NEVER RESPONSIBLE.
By Brian Nzomo. “It is this woman you have given to me that made me sin,” said the mythological Adam. “It was this talking snake that lured me into eating the fruit,” said Eve, the mythological mother of all nations who was said to be moulded from a rib of a man made of clay.Continue reading “NEVER RESPONSIBLE.”
THE SUN CALLED LOVE.
By Brian Nzomo. I Our spirits merged on the very first day,In her eyes I saw the vessel of my bliss,In her voice I drowned in the fullness of her grace,A foreboding of the end of my dismayHer presence was made clearer to me that night,And my heart budded in fear and wariness,Bloomed at theContinue reading “THE SUN CALLED LOVE.”
A WOMAN’S VENGEANCE.
By Brian Nzomo. He drove home excitedly. He had big news for his beloved wife, Sheila. At last, he had neutered himself at the request of his wife. David had always ensured he gave her everything, and ensured she would give in to her every whim and demand. Because he knew it was the onlyContinue reading “A WOMAN’S VENGEANCE.”
GRESI.
Na Brian Nzomo. Wanafunzi wa darasa la sita walichoshwa na chuki niliyokuwa nayo dhidhi ya Gresi. Gresi alikuwa banati aliyesomea darasani kwetu ila alikuwa amepevuka kiumri kumpiku mwanafunzi yeyote yule. Alikuwa na umri wa miaka kumi na mitano, wengine wetu tulikuwa na umri wa miaka kumi na miwili. Alikuwa msichana mrefu ajabu mwenye umbo laContinue reading “GRESI.”
ALONE AND JADED AT DEATH.
BY Brian Nzomo. Here I lay on the bed as death whispers to my ear. Frigid mornings dominated by weariness. Rainy afternoons when the harsh drops pounded the ironsheet roof. And the days shutting their doors without even a glimmer of sunlight. “How fast do the fountains of fortune dry up? ” I wallow inContinue reading “ALONE AND JADED AT DEATH.”
THE ENTITLEMENT.
BY Brian Nzomo. Cultures across the world have polished their stories, myths and beliefs to reflect upon their primitive desire to reign over other groups of people. Humans are socialized to live in groups just like every other beast in the animal kingdom. This natural instinct has made man to always incline by the socialContinue reading “THE ENTITLEMENT.”
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