Melancholia of The Drunk
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Mombasa and 7 Days Spent at Likoni
“Seven days, a workshop, new friendships, missed wedding meals, ferry crossings, music, live art, laughter, and stories. Likoni may have only hosted me for a week, but for those seven days, it felt like home.” The email of acceptance to participate in Cohort 6 of the NBO Producing Workshop lingered in my inbox sometime in… Read more
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When a Man Cries.
When a man cries, its thunder trapped in a vacuum, where the night falls into sleepless ominous darkness. There is no one but him with tears like glaciers thawing, and seeping into riverbeds. He is the still waters beneath the ocean, calm and unperturbed; you hear no sound of his, only heavy breaths. When a… Read more
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A Melancholia of the Drunk
She loved him unconditionally that when it came the time to fall off, they did so gracefully. Because they had had enough of each other. There was nothing to mend. Nothing was broken. They only faded from each other like a distant past fleeting away in time. As they turned their backs on the ship,… Read more
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A Writer’s Tragedy
Every girl romanticizes poets and writers on their lips as though that alone would hand them title deeds. They end up pursuing one-night romantic escapades which in their minds mean; Candle lit flame, Red wine and a perfect lyrical song stringing along flattery of prose and redundant poetry – to make them wheeze out of… Read more
