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  • If I ever run out of time

    April 17th, 2019

    He said, “If I ever run out time, know that you’re like coffee…”

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    I smiled at this, but he shook his head, he believes I read too much into him.

    I never listen, but he does not know this.

    You are like coffee…sometimes I want you dark so you can dim the lights within me.

    Sometimes, I want you served hot…stinging my tongue, pacing my words, checking my thoughts at the door of my mind.

    You come sweet sometimes…but it’s not the reason why I am drawn to you.

    Like coffee, whichever form, taste, temperature or vessel you take…you’re there and sometimes, I take that for granted, I should not.

    I should never have…and chances are, I may once in a while, but if I ever run out of time, know that it was never because of you…

     

  • Outrageous things I’ve done for the love of Books!

    April 11th, 2019

    I was scrolling through my reader yesterday when I came across a post on BW Reviews and I could relate to everything written therein, and it prompted me to keep the conversation going.

    Here’s a list of some outrageous ( even though when I do them, they are classified as quite normal) things I’ve done for the love of books.

    • Read while cooking. I do this a lot, and in my case I’m known to burn onions on more than one occasion.

    • Missed a stop. This happens to me when I am in Kisumu or when I travel to the field for work, sometimes I get so engrossed in reading and I miss my stop, sometimes forcing me to go back by foot or take a boda boda.

    • Lost a friend and never bothered to make amends. Well, not everyone believes that Fifty Shades of Grey and the Twilight are over rated…so, yeah, lost a friend over a five minute rant about what’s so wrong with Fifty Shades of Grey.

    • Read during work. I do this every day. It’s not outrageous, have you read Fear is my Homeboy by Judi Holler? She talks about an important thing called DEAL: Drop Everything and Learn…see, that’s why I read at work.


    • Requested to read books from either authors or sites. If you look on the right side bar of this blog, there’s a badge from Netgalley that says I have done this for over 500 books. This has introduced me to authors from all over the world and genres that I never paid much attention to, but came to like one or two books.

    • Missed a meal. This has happened so many times that I find it quite the norm. If I’m reading and I’ve got coffee, then I won’t get up to prepare something until I’m done.

    • Deleted emails/labeled email accounts as spam. Oh, internet! I don’t think this is outrageous but writers struggle to get their work published and I’ve deleted emails and labeled some as spam just to stop people from either sending or requesting for pdf copies of books.

    • Stayed up all night. Guilty as charged! If I say I’ll read one more chapter in bed, chances are I’ll read the whole book. If my reading device runs low on power, I’ll pull the extension closer to my bed, plug it in and read until I’m done.

    That’s my outrageous list, what’s yours?

  • Killing Trees: A short story

    April 10th, 2019

    I killed my first tree when I was in class three.

    My parents were secondary school teachers. My father taught Biology and Agriculture but his love shone more in football because the first thing he ever taught me was neither Biology nor Agriculture but the reason why a football team had eleven players.

    My mother taught English Literature and Christian Religious Education, but we all knew Jesus was like that green brooch she wore to church, she called upon him when she wanted to but when it came to a beating or a tongue lashing, Jesus, just like Father took a backseat often raising the newspaper so high you’d forget there was a person hidden behind those leaves.

    We were at the table. Mom had prepared my favorite dish, ugali and omena, for supper. My sister was eager to share the events of the day starting with the unnecessary fact that I had lost the pencil given to me by Mom that morning.

    Lowering my head did not help for if there were two things Mom hated was one wearing your shame on your face and two, not answering a question that she asked you not to answer.

    It always came in bouts of ‘don’t talk back at me,’ and in a span of three seconds she would demand ‘don’t you have anything to say for yourself?’

    My sister, two years older but never wiser than me had perfected the art of silence when Mom confronted her. She would keep her lips tightly shut for days until Mom would beg her to talk by buying her patco.

    I, on the other hand, would let my tears do the talking and when it got too much for her, the sniffing and the blowing of the nose would make her send me to my room without supper or a treat.


    Killing Trees is a short story I submitted for the Commonwealth Short Story Prize. You can read the full story: Killing Trees

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  • Sunshine

    April 3rd, 2019

    We know something, you and I,

    Yes, not him, not her, not them, you and I.

    We feel it in our bones, like the rattling of an old soul come to life.

    We feel it in our touch, like the sun kissing the soil, after the rains have blessed it.

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    Bill Wegener/Unsplash.com

    It’s like an awakening,

    Like thunder…loud but miles away,

    Like lightning, a flash so bright that’s unheard, yet grand.

    We know something, you and I,

    We carry the weight of our father’s fathers and their fathers

    We carry our mothers truth in our tongue.

    You and I are the lucky ones Akinyi…we carry their abundance in our names.

    We carry nations, oh daughter of the Lake.

    We know something, you and I, of this weight.

    The fear of never being enough, but seeking to be more than just a measurement of expectations.

    So, you tell me, “Achieng’ build your crown, make it fit your head and wear it!”

    We know something, you and I,

    It’s what the unseen call love, but you and I know it’s like sunshine…everlasting, scorching, sweet, tender, bright, and most of all, dynamic.

    You and I,

    Yes, you and I, we know what we know and isn’t that worthy of a kingdom?

  • Updates on the Writing Life

    April 1st, 2019

    It’s my favorite day of the week and my working hours have come to an end. So, I am celebrating it by drinking some tea as I contemplate the tasks that await me tomorrow.

    I am listening to Hozier’s Nina Cried Power as I write this and take small sips of tea, waiting for the sun to set.

    How’s your week started out?

    On reading: I have been reading this book on creating more interactive environments for students and educators that encourage learning and collaboration. It’s an insightful read so far and I have taken more notes than I ever did in my Abnormal Psychology course in University. Check out their work history and projects on their website: here

    On writing: I was home this weekend and accompanied my Mom to a bookshop and there was no way, I’d walk in and out of a bookshop without getting stationery. So, I was drawn in by a set of pencils and erasers and when I buy a dozen pencils, it means…I am writing.

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    On travel and work: I managed to visit a school scheduled in my assessment list last week and I found the ride quite pleasing- though you can feel the motion while in the waterbus, you cannot feel an ounce of it on the ferry, so if you ask me…I’d take the ferry any day!

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    Have a great week!

  • African Sauce

    March 25th, 2019

    You’ve got that African Sauce,

    It oozes in your smile, smile, touch…and it fills the air in your walk,

    Each footstep a reminder of ancestors,

    Nations, souls, dreams and all that sauce…

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    Humphrey Muleba/ Unsplash.com

    It’s tough out here Prince,

    For the crown you wear is unseen,

    So you drown in pop,

    You consume a tongue that’s not your own,

    It confuses your soul under the guise of education,

    You frown at the words your ancestors used to say,

    The crown you walk around with is unseen…but man, that African sauce…

    You’re dipping sauce, hot sauce, fine sauce, cool sauce, sizzling sauce.

     

    Son of Man,

    Prince of Princes,

    If only you’d hold your head up high,

    Quit drowning in liquor you never knew how to brew,

    and focus on that crown, then maybe, just maybe, you’d see what I see…

    and for once that African Sauce would come through dripping.

  • Meet Sifuna

    March 24th, 2019

    I lost my mind over the need to wrap up this book so much so that I did not write a word of it for three months. It’s the most frustrated I’ve been and I have the distinct feeling that anyone who’s read my previous publications would definitely want to throw this in my face, but I’m here for that…I think, it’s time for another kind of high, another kind of story telling that doesn’t drain me as much as the need for the perfection of this book did.

    So, hello world, my latest story, Sifuna, is available in a few stores. Get the links here: (https://books2read.com/u/b5xlqp)

    Sifuna ebook by Dora Okeyo

    If you like apps like Playster, click here to get the link and read the book: (https://play.playster.com/books/10009781386543848/sifuna-dora-okeyo)


    Here’s a sample:

    If you rounded up all the cowards in the world, Baoya would be their leader. However, Baoya was his father’s son, and his father was Lamaana. To the people who knew the history of democracy in Kenya, Lamaana was a name that was etched in history books. There was a street in the capital city named after the valiant and humble leader. To say that Baoya was a coward is to insult the memory of Lamaana, but, sometimes if not all times, the truth has to be given room to announce its presence.

    Baoya walked into his office at noon holding the daily newspaper in his hand. He had called in earlier to cancel two meetings. Akinyi, his beautiful wife, had already gone to work. She had prepared the children for school before leaving for work like she always did. He was hanging his coat by the door when his secretary walked in with a tray. “Good morning Baoya, how are you doing today?”

    “I am fine, thank you. Do we have any updates on the stock from Nairobi?”

    “Mr. Patel called to inform us that he had already sent his team. They should be at our warehouse by two this afternoon. He apologized for the inconvenience stating that there was some kind of holdup at Naivasha at the checkpoint.”

    “Patel is the greatest liar of all time. What kind of inconvenience does he mean, especially at a checkpoint and more so of a truck transporting household items?”

    “I don’t know. Look, I have brought you some tea and bread. There is a meeting that you have to attend at four today so don’t miss out.”

    “I’m sorry about this morning. We could not get sleep last night. A group of boys came to our house and they were chanting slogans in support of Laghai. I had to sneak my wife and the kids out of the compound and check them into a hotel for the night.”

    “Can I say something?”

    “I have never prevented you from speaking your mind Dorothy.”

    “You should not trust everything you hear from Sifuna. I know we are childhood friends. Trust me; I am grateful that you gave me a job when no one else was willing to. I also know that you cannot trust a man who starts speaking before unbuttoning his coat when he sits.”

    “Are you saying that you do not trust him based on how he dresses?”

    “I am saying that is one of the reasons why I do not trust him. Look, you are a businessman. You have been a pillar for your community for over five years. You never thought of taking up a political position.”

    “It was all before the government was devolved.”

    “I know and devolution is a great way of spreading national resources to the forty seven counties. I do not see how you would choose to be despised by people all in the name of vying for a position.”

    “I am willing to try. I do not know what the outcome would be but sometimes when I think of how hard I work to ensure that the scholarship beneficiaries are in school, I wonder just how much more I can take.”

    “You will need millions to campaign. When you campaign there is a likelihood that you could either win or lose. If you win then you have access to a salary and more networking opportunities within the government. The way I see it, these networking opportunities will either come with demands for kickbacks or not, so you either get forty percent of what you need or become blacklisted among the politicians as a morally upright person. Once you are blacklisted the plans for the demise of your political career begin. It is not worth all the stress Baoya, trust me, you are better off leading as you’ve always been doing.”

    “They are pushing me into something that I never wanted to relive Dorothy. Yes, I know that Sifuna is not to be trusted because of all that’s happening to me, the greatest concern was who leaked my identity to News Channel. Akinyi told me that she felt it was Sifuna. I also thought so at first but then he weaved his way out of that question with his silver tongue.”

    “If you ever wondered where the serpent in the Garden of Eden slithered to, I’d say he took another form and perched on Sifuna.”

     

  • A difference of opinion

    March 22nd, 2019

    The gods of writing have summoned me back to this blog. I keep telling myself that I will write and share my experiences but with an immersive work schedule that goes all through to ten o’clock in the night, there’s barely any mental attention left to share between writing and my nightly cup of coffee.

    A friend invited me to lunch and I accepted the invitation because, she’d promised to get me chicken and a cold bottle of Fanta Orange 🙂

    So, while we were catching up on old times, we saw these kids from the local school rush towards the lake, it was around midday, and they were carrying jerricans. As we watched, my friend kept asking me about the water shortage situation here in Mbita, and how ironical it was given that the lake was in our faces ( as she put it). We were joined by some of her colleagues and their presence reminded me of a trickling tap, you know, one drop and then another, then a few more and before you know it, your bucket’s full. So, by the time we were being served, our table of four had been merged with two more and suddenly we were twelve, everyone talking and no one paying close attention to whatever the other person was saying save for a few hints of laughter and nodding of heads.

    100_8583 But, there’s always a bit of you that you cannot keep under wraps in any public setting and I think I just messed up my chances of working with someone and here’s the deal, I am not losing my marbles over it. If this would have happened two years or three years ago, I would have been panicking but now, it is not worth losing any sleep over.

    Some time in between lunch one of her friends asks me “so what do you do?”

    I answered “I live my life.”

    He looked at me and shook his head and then asked “No, I mean what do you do for a living?”

    I answered again, “I do my best to be kind to everyone around me, to give as much of me as I can so that anyone who meets me does not go thinking ‘I wish I didn’t meet her,’ so that’s me.”

    “Are you serious?”

    “Yes, aren’t you?” I asked and at this point, the table went quiet. See, half of them were Accountants and the other half, well, I didn’t probe that much.

    “But that’s not the point? You have not answered my question?” he said.

    “I have answered your question, the way I see it, you did not receive the answer you were expecting.”

    “That’s beside the point.”

    “I see it differently and I appreciate the point.” He simply shook his head and made a comment about the music that was playing in the background. No one asked me anything after that and as I was walking back home, my friend simply hugged me and said she enjoyed my company and I shouldn’t be a stranger.

    Now, I’m seated here, my thoughts going back to that afternoon and I feel so refreshed, I think I just smiled.

    Have a lovely weekend, world!

  • Reading: Peaceful Pines (The Pines Book 1) by Crystal Harper

    March 14th, 2019

    I am currently reading Jake and Summer’s story and here’s something to keep you busy over the weekend…a short sweet romance, something about chance encounters that create room for better opportunities.

    Peaceful Pines (The Pines Book One) by [Harper, Crystal]

    Get a copy on: Amazon

  • Timeless

    March 13th, 2019

    I found you,

    A stream, a rush of water, brown, murky, clear…gliding across rocks.

    I found you,

    A path, trodden, uncharted, unfiltered…blissful.

    I found you,

    A thing of beauty, unbeknownst to the world around you and all I wanted was to let you know that I saw you.

    I see you…you’re all I see, for I found you.

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    Image courtesy of Unsplash.com

     

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