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I'm gonna rip the blood vessels out of my body Wring the blood out of my heart
They say A rose by any other name Would smell just as sweet But,I named you Rebecca
It's one of those moments I freeze, I'm in the largest mall in the city,
Long queues veined our cities, towns an’ villages Like blood vessels that feed nations for ages
Stare not, for you could get lost in their beguiling depth Touch not, for you could be tempted to bathe
Year 13 It is here, that thing we feared,from 1987, the bad news broken,
Whoever named this part of Ruaraka fell short of giving his uncle’s name. My first roots in Nairobi were spread one year shy of the millennium, right
Give me. Peace. For I am. A revolution to your creation. Chaos to your hell. I want to wear your language. To be rhapsody to your melancholy.
“Hi my name is Sellah and I survived.” “Hi Sellah!” came the reverberating chorus that seemed to
Cover him over with daisies white And eke with poppies red, Sit with me here by his couch to-night,
Her eyes shifted around the courtroom, lingering over Olive Tendwa- the real wife; her accuser,
They have come, led by Gachibi, the man who had carried the twenty cows to our home, stuffed
Today, I met the girl who is sleeping with my husband. I do not know if I should call her woman or girl.
The hour of judgment has come upon me, and my hope for redemption is pegged on a needle, sorcery and a razor blade. If all fail, no,
Felix went to each of the contestants, all three of them, and made them move their right extended feet so that
Ruby shot up from sleep and sat stiffly upright. Her eyes were frozen in a stare. They were glassy and for a moment, Monir thought she was going to cry. Ruby never cried.
The rain falls. And the woman in a blue frock with white dots is forced to hurry her feet and take shelter at the Mulina General Store on Mumias road.