I thank you for the mundane things, The cock that crows, the bird that sings, In mornings that days begin; The food that fills, the thirst that’s quenched, The rain that has me completely drenched, E’n in places I’ve never been. I thank you for a perfect day, The brief repose, pain kept at… Continue reading I thank you
If the title of this blog post already sounds familiar to you, you are in good company, the company of people who have no idea what we are talking about. It is of consequence to me that I point out that my second book review is by the author for my first one - C.S Lewis.… Continue reading Mere Christianity
The suffocating rancid odour of something rotten pervaded the room waking her up. The fetor intruded, nearly thick enough to see, causing her to choke and sputter. The potent stink, like sulphuric brimstone, burned her nostrils. It smelled like it had then, like sucking puss out of a festered wound. And yet, it was only… Continue reading Through her eyes: Dealing with rape
I first met her within the pages of a book From the first page, she had me on the hook She promised satisfaction and delivered it on every turn She was beautiful As beautiful as a fourteen-year-old could see Glorious even Her moves were always calculated Whatever words she spoke, she was making a point… Continue reading The woman I want to be
Sunday, 28th June, 5:47 pm. So I am stuck in this twenty-four hour, seven days a week Rongai traffic jam. I was keen to avoid the noisy buses that leave you either broke or with a headache and sometimes even both. I am short of activities to do as I wait to get home. You… Continue reading My journal entry
My name is Santana Klaus. I am a Kenyan girl. I know that my names do not sound it, but they are what my parents gave me. Sigh! I love to dance and I love to sing. I act pretty well too, as I have been told. Maybe those saying were just biased. Or maybe… Continue reading All I want to do is dance
Hey people, Here is the second post on the story 'the Alehandro of she'. If you missed the first part or would like a refresher course, no worries, we are not judging you, 🙂 you can find it here Of art: fictional stories Otherwise, enjoy and feel free to leave a comment. ******** … She watched… Continue reading The ‘Alehandro’ of she (Part 2)
So last week I went to these acting auditions in Rongai, on entering the room, I was paralyzed by this wave of fear. Those auditioning us were not really scary; in fact, I think I noticed one of them trying to strike a balance between a happy expression and a serious one. She was trying… Continue reading Theater and Christianity: To take up the script or not?