Maswali Mengi

2018/05/07 by mkhana

They come rushing in, faster than furious. The questions. I expected them. But not this fast. I have unleashed the Kraken, it seems. Maswali mengi, kilio kimoja. Who is, what is, when is… Who is…

Ajami

2018/05/07 by mkhana

You slipped in. Somewhere between laughter, witty comebacks, age-jabs, whatsapp connections, long talks about everything and nothing, you slid into place. Settled in. To stay, it seems. Immovable. Braced against attempts to displace you.

Dear Death

2018/05/02 by mkhana

You always knock at the door of the young, it seems. I am not writing to piss you off. Trust me. Simply, I am curious as to your methods. You show up, with your hood and sickle, no warning, no audio (for the most part), just a sickening silence and a beckoning that nobody else […]

Not Sure

2018/05/02 by mkhana

She was not sure what it was. No words that she could put her finger on, confidently, could describe the feeling in her heart…was it in her heart? It felt like the bubbles exploded in her stomach, across her thighs, slamming against her chest and gushing all over her back. It was a warm feeling, […]

Crossroads

2018/05/01 by mkhana

I said goodbye. I chose my sanity. I picked self-peace. A forced crossroads of sorts.

The Barber Shop

2017/11/12 by mkhana

It’s about time I threw in the towel. I have been the (mostly) sole provider of Austin’s haircuts since he was born – I even carried out the traditional year 1 cut usually reserved for the hands of grandmothers. Well, I have never really been the traditional type. I started off his last haircut in […]