Hi Dad, Am typing this missive from the comfort of a room in Migori County where am being held captive......by your three nephews, Paul Ollando, Don and Cecil. Now don't start freaking out, am OK. In fact, I tried escaping on a certain night but then I remembered the fun I was having so I… Continue reading DEAR SWEET OLD MAN
I hope this epistle finds you well. I have been meaning to write this earlier but I kept procrastinating.
I was busy editing an article on my phone when I heard a deep voice ask, “Hello, is this seat vacant?”
It was a rainy Saturday morning. I was seated at his bedside and could tell that he was unsettled from the way he kept tossing and turning. There was a table on the other side of the bed. On it, a glass, a jug of water, a tub of natural yoghurt and his phone. I… Continue reading BED NO.17
A few weeks back, I faced my father and told him that I was ready to move out.
At this rate, I think that I may need to start smoking or drinking substances that trigger creative juices because this is too much. So, after a lot of thinking, this week, I have decided to share how last week went for me.
The other day, I had an important question to ask my dad and when I found him at the dining table busy on an architectural drawing, I had to swiftly think of the ultimate conversation starter.