I will want to cry at the dusty gates of Kiambu District Hospital, but I won’t. I can’t. Not with my grandmother looking at my…
This is how it should have ended, with you listening to my squeaky nine year old voice asking you to stop. You unknowingly taught that…
This is how it ends. Me wanting to peel back his eyelids, crawl into his eyes, wriggle through the membrane and swim my way through…
You turned me into a criminal. I did everything I was supposed to: got the cash, the ATM cards and didn’t tell anyone what the…
We never, ever, thought that this is how it would end. In fact, we didn’t even stop to contemplate the gravity of the situation. When…
This is how it ends. With my mouth full of you, I remember the day you first talked to me. Charming. Persuasive. Wanting. Resistance was…
VIII Our paths cross just long enough for me to realise this is fate’s way of telling me, “This wasn’t meant to be.” It. Can’t.…
I was eighteen. Depressed and suicidal. I didn’t know what to do or who to talk to. So I did what I thought anyone in…