The death sentence in Arkansas is very much like the one we have in Kenya. It doesn’t work. Instead, you sit in jail doing nothing as you wait for your human system to cave in from all the weevil infested meals. I hear in Kenya the death sentence means you get exempted from doing any community work and so I assume the criminals who are meant to go under the rope must be really bored in there, and that they’re the ones who keep sending fake jackpot text messages to the rest of us free birds.
It rained in Kajiado last night, and it was still raining when I opened my eyes this morning. I didn’t feel like waking up to a new semester. And I suspect the lecturer who was meant to take my first class didn’t either because she hasn’t showed up.Read More »
It was during break time when I first saw him. We were all in a file, heading to the dining hall for a hot cuppa and a slice of bread. The crowd moved slowly. There wasn’t much hurry to get there because we knew what we were getting at the other end, some brownish tea that tasted distinctly like firewood.
You could say that he just lacked the psyche to tell stories. You could say that he became an alcoholic and the bottle drank him away from his craft. You could say that he saw a woman, fell in love with her and decided to do her instead. You could go on to say that it finally dawned on him, that they don’t pay enough for this shit and that he chose to look for a career someplace else, somewhere greener. Or you could even say that his catholic dad had a problem with him writing about masturbating women.
I have a confession. But first, Tamasha.
Showtime went ahead and made a series called Homeland, which is really about a crazy blonde CIA woman who believes she’s the one to save America from the grasp of terrorism. At first I admired her for the work rate, for her dedication to the job of pinning down the terrorist. But then she forgot to take her pills one morning and all hell broke loose. Read More »
A woman sat in front of me in church yesterday. I remember her because, for the entire mass, she was the one thing that distracted me from that uncomfortable pew. It painfully dug into my spine, the pew, and it made my bum numb and I couldn’t even squeeze a brief nap.Read More »
Aquitaine – a symbol of power and domination, a mighty kingdom
Meet Valerie. She’s a tall divorced woman with long dark hair living in her dream house with glass doors overlooking the sunbathed waters of Cape Ann. She’s a painter you see, and right now she’s putting the final touches to a sunset painting. As a struggling artist, her work is finally paying off. Although, not enough to pay for the house. The balance is taken care of by Joel Converse, her ex husband.