Ngwatilo

i saw the house today, a quaint two bedroomed, with enough space for a dinning and lounge. The bathroom loo had a wonderful flush, a properly old school bowl and tank and the tub, in its own room, imagine a bath without the knock of a belly full of pee cutting in Outside was a [...]

every thing he says i recall because he repeats himself and tells tales as if the action is at par with the Matrix or Genesis. everything he says stays especially my name in vexed tones, he’s ready to leave, but i’m still dressing, selecting earings, So he roars my name into the walls, no, he’s [...]

Leaving is not an option because of you, because of me. Your face belongs to me, when you shave it wrong I wince as you itch. Your belly I accept as I do your cavities, and I promise to nag about the virtues of seatbelts. Leaving is not an option because I got your tire [...]

Friday came and went without music, the sky cracking, without thunder. Even the long rains were missing; they would have helped us invent a memory of God dying, gratitude. But there were no clouds, the sky did not darken. Last year’s Friday could not be recycled. How does one remember a thing that happened two [...]

He looked good enough to eat, we could cook him slow on a spit with an apple in his mouth the horns on either side hanging pineapple rings to offer playful sweetness. But who would slaughter such innocence, when chicken and goats exist here for food? Who knows how many the warthog saves in prayer? [...]