By Brian Nzomo. On October 30th 1983, the issue of the ‘Parade’ magazine in the US highlighted a grim report of a possible destruction that may have rocked the world if the nuclear race that had escalated at the height of the cold war would erupt into a full scale nuclear exchange. The report wasContinue reading “OF CARL SAGAN AND THE ‘NUCLEAR WINTER’.”
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THE HUSBAND FROM HELL.
By Brian Nzomo. “In sickness and in health, for better for worse, till death do us part…” the words of that sacred vow reverberated in her mind. “If you don’t leave this house, I shall kill You,” the threats by her husband interrupted the echoing vows that resounded in her memory like an ever loopingContinue reading “THE HUSBAND FROM HELL.”
A FEMALE DEFEAT.
By Brian Nzomo. What does it mean to be defeated by a girl or a woman when it comes to academics? All my life, such a defeat was frowned upon and chastised with much vigour. From my stern father to that caring teacher at school. Such a defeat even in one single exam was aContinue reading “A FEMALE DEFEAT.”
WHEN WHITE JESUS DESCENDED.
By BRIAN NZOMO The supreme council in heaven made up of the white god and twenty four elders met for a heated discussion. The main issue on the agenda was whether the time was ripe for the end of times to be announced.Then white god said, “For more than six millennia, I’ve waited for theContinue reading “WHEN WHITE JESUS DESCENDED.”
THE CHIEF’S DAUGHTER.
By Brian Nzomo. “Mutuku. Mutuku. It’s time. Get up,” a low voice muttered at my hut’s window. My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I had to struggle exhaustively from the sleeping mat made of reeds. I opened the door and let him in. He was holding a dimly lit lamb. “It is time. YouContinue reading “THE CHIEF’S DAUGHTER.”
Wrecked Existence.
By Brian Nzomo. The grim events of 2016 changed my life and its course completely. It was a dolent period when I wallowed in the unimaginable depths of a broken mental health system, and witnessed the austere destruction looming among the depressed souls in a collapsed health system, amid the mangled economic situation. The moroseContinue reading “Wrecked Existence.”
THE PRISON OF THE INTREPIDS.
By Brian Nzomo. The prison. With decrepit adobe walls. Cerise bricks. Fifteen metres high. Fitted with tenacious and grisly looking barbed wire at the apex. A solid gate made of stalwart steel, enforced by cogent camphor. Three hawk-eyed wardens were sentinel around the gate. Sauntering vigilantly. Four watchtowers stood loftily above the prison walls atContinue reading “THE PRISON OF THE INTREPIDS.”
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