The literary dose

When I passed the ball to Peter, I expected him to pass back the ball so that we maintain the rhythm of the match. He did not. Instead, he stopped the ball, he bent down and took the ball with his hands and shot off the pitch at the highest speed. All we could hear then were screams and shouts as we also scampered to safety. Simon alias Saimo almost got run over by a speeding vehicle that carried men wielding pangas and bows and arrows. Even before these dramatic scenes, there had been ululations emanating from our village. Victory. Electoral victory. They were short-lived. 28th December, 2007 was a dark day. Unlike other Decembers, that year there were seemingly less circumcision ceremonies like we had been used to seeing in earlier years. Most parents had chosen to delay their sons’ undergoing of the rite as if pushed by some convictions or dreams and visions of something dark in the future. Intuition they say can force a man skip a meal in our community. Sometimes it ...

                     In the morning, after moaning all night, there was mourning. It was chilly, very chilly, outside. An ominous silence characterized the outside of the house despite it being a Monday morning; very uncharacteristic of Huruma Estate Mondays. She started reflecting. She was to be at work by this time. She had promised to change. They had gone over her conduct at work with her supervisor and she had felt the need to turn over a new leaf. “I’ll be the first at the office next Monday,” she said very fast to end the long lecture that had taken her whole Friday afternoon. She could hear her phone vibrating, she knew he would call, but she had made up her mind to stop seeing the foolish guy. It must have been him calling. He was the only one who called during working hours. Mike couldn’t match Kim at all. Kim was the courteous one. He was the TDH description type; tall, dark, handsome. He couldn’t just call during w...