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• The Block Part 4: Mrs. Kiprono

  Posted: May 4, 2012, 9:51 am by Bee Illustrated

  Read from Part 3 Mrs. Kiprono We used to caller her bitter old woman because of her actions. Mrs. Kiprono was like the keeper of the laws in the block. She used to judge all type of people over their comments and behaviors and that why my friends and I used to behave like very [...]

• The Block Part 3: Mama Boi

  Posted: May 1, 2012, 12:05 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Continued from Part 2 Mama Boi lived across the street from our house and she was considered as one of the most vulgar people in our block. Many mothers, including Mama always shooed their children away when they saw Mama Boi coming to their direction as they knew the words that usually come out of [...]

• The Block Part 2:

  Posted: April 26, 2012, 11:36 am by Bee Illustrated

  Continued from Part 1 Aunt Susie Susan Wafula was Mama’s best friend for as long I can remember. They were so close that many people thought they were sisters. I grew up feeling the love and affection of each plus that of my father.  I sometimes felt envious of their relationship as I was yet [...]

• The Block: Part 1

  Posted: April 23, 2012, 6:28 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Background I wrote these stories about 4 years ago: I don’t know why I held onto them.  The story is set in an estate in Nairobi, and is told by an 11-year old.  Your comments are welcome.   ********************************************************************* The women of our Block Akinyi was the kind of woman I thought most men would [...]

• The Plot

  Posted: April 18, 2012, 9:22 pm by Bee Illustrated

  We were standing on the edge of the huge compound, peering at the people. It is not every day that a funeral of this kind happened in our village.   We were almost getting in through the gate, when a group of people in black suits pushed us out of the way.  We turned to a [...]

• Easter Memories

  Posted: April 9, 2012, 4:20 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Our Easter Celebrations entailed three main things: going to church, taking photos and a lot of cooking. Well, the third one was actually more for me than for my sisters. I was responsible for cooking chapatis, and they were required to help me in preparing the stew under my instructions. Dad used to make a [...]

• The Wine-Girl

  Posted: April 2, 2012, 1:04 pm by Bee Illustrated

  The wine tasted funny; he looked at the bottle. There was no label. He tried once more: it still tasted funny. He spat out and angrily threw the bottle. It dropped on the floor but did not crack. The red liquid formed a rivulet, reminding him of blood. Luke started shaking. His fingers trembled and [...]

• Deranged Rover

  Posted: March 26, 2012, 9:34 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Deranged, Roving mad, Piped dreams smoking Swirling in the air, Lost. Castles in the air tumbling down, Down, down the drain, Gutter press feeds on celeb-shit The world disappears in broken smiles of folded faces in newspaper pages, Deranged, Passionately frantic, Disappearing into comforts zones Sold to the highest bidder, Gold digger digs gold Gold [...]

• Nothing else Matters

  Posted: March 18, 2012, 11:21 am by Bee Illustrated

  I scribble away, My thought astray Who captures the castle? The mockingbird wonders. Bikers showing off, And the earth rumbles. I decrypt the cipher and nothing else matters. ©Beenduta

• A Taste of the Forbidden Apple

  Posted: March 7, 2012, 8:05 am by Bee Illustrated

  What is love? What is affection? Is it the feeling between man and woman? These are many questions Kate asked herself. She, just like many other human beings, could not describe love. She tried to understand what it meant and how well she could express it but to no avail. She tried searching her brain [...]

• The Married man in a Private Room

  Posted: February 9, 2012, 2:05 pm by Bee Illustrated

  The room was quiet, too quiet for him, but he had to be here. His wife insisted. He let his eyes skim the room, spot by spot. He saw the clock ticking away, placed way above the mahogany desk. He could visualize the owner seated there listening to one too many people, before letting her [...]

• Early Bird Coach

  Posted: February 2, 2012, 3:32 pm by Bee Illustrated

  The music in the manyanga was loud enough to chase out all traces of sleep from my head. I kept gazing out my window as I waited for the rest to get in. Since it was morning, the number of people going to town was always high- people reporting to work, school and all. I [...]

• Stick People

  Posted: January 27, 2012, 11:27 am by Bee Illustrated

  Stick people are so much fun. They do not have heavy flesh or gaudy clothes. They do not have to worry about the money. They are sticks- a combination of sticky fingers and sticky feet, with round bubbles for head and stick for necks, with a stick for the back and stick for the stomach. [...]

• Little Men inside my Head

  Posted: January 20, 2012, 6:28 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Little men in dancing shoes, little men in coloured suits, little men inside my head. Tiny men strumming strings, tiny men beating drums, tiny men inside my head. Small men jumping around, small men shouting out loud, small men inside my head. Little men inside my head, in coloured suits and coloured shoes, beating drums, [...]

• The Man Died

  Posted: January 13, 2012, 9:19 am by Bee Illustrated

  The man died! He died A terrible death Yet he walks Painstakingly confident Tramples his way about Yet the man died The man’s death An open secret Yet he walks around Desperately trying to be man again Desperately He died Yes he did, A slow painful death The graveyard over yonder Epitaph loud and clear [...]

• Absolution

  Posted: December 19, 2011, 12:29 am by Bee Illustrated

  Setting the house in order every evening in preparation for a hectic week was a routine we had established, Mike and I. This day was no different, even when he was no longer here. I’m lost in thoughts and this was one of my fears. He went away a few nights after packing everything he [...]

• The Place

  Posted: December 12, 2011, 2:27 am by Bee Illustrated

  There is a place, Overflowing with secrets, Potent secrets, Secrets that will flare once touched, Once the mouth opens, And the lips moves And the tongue confesses. There is this place, Where the sun sets, Letting the unfaltering rays disappear Into the unknown, Leaving behind a warm glow, A heart thumps, A face smiles There [...]

• Me, Myself and I

  Posted: December 7, 2011, 12:44 pm by Bee Illustrated

  In me, there is someone I want you all to meet. She is the One-that-stings, I’m the one that soothes. She will trample on you, make you hurt and kick your ass and as fast as she appears, she’ll disappear. It is hard to keep track of that one. She get’s away with almost anything [...]

• This is another Cliche Story

  Posted: December 5, 2011, 9:17 pm by Bee Illustrated

  This is another cliché story, Saturday night, the boys and girls are out, with goals in mind, and eyes on the prize she, looking for cash, he, to fulfil his lust together alone, off they go, the walk of shame, without a tear or a name, in the evening it starts, all over again and [...]

• The Day Breaks

  Posted: November 26, 2011, 8:51 pm by Bee Illustrated

  The city swayed in the gentle breeze, drinking in the morning air stale, polluted,and full of salt the ocean stared, stark naked, enjoying the caresses of the sun like lovers conjoining for the first time crooning old geezers drunkenly serenading the rising sun creeping lovers awaken from their hideouts fishermen grip on their oars, pushing [...]

• The Black Rose

  Posted: November 25, 2011, 12:38 pm by Bee Illustrated

  With every dawn she Blossoms Unfurling her leaves, welcoming the rays of the sun that slowly caress  her, Basking in the sunshine She is unique and mysterious Alone she stood Proud to be different.

• Nairobi City

  Posted: November 16, 2011, 7:22 pm by Bee Illustrated

  City under the sun a horny city with almost naked girls and groping guards; with fully dressed men hiding sin under the baggy clothes…

• Diddly Daddly Doooh…

  Posted: October 13, 2011, 5:20 pm by Bee Illustrated

  I hear voices in my head, voices telling me to drop dead. Diddly daddly doooh… Listen, The whisper, the croak, the command….diddly daddly dooh I dance To the sounds they produce. To the simple music of death- diddly daddly dooh I will not drop dead Until they let me be, they escape from me Because [...]

• I Saw Her Standing

  Posted: October 11, 2011, 7:00 pm by Bee Illustrated

  I saw her standing Like a statue curved out of stone, Like Lot’s wife- all turned into a pillar of salt I saw her standing, Sleeping Sleeping in her vertical stance her hair akin to the birds nest embellished with twigs and leaves I saw her standing, Her tattered clothes clinging to her emaciated body [...]

• Colors Revealed

  Posted: September 26, 2011, 10:01 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Braille Pretty little fingers run over the page, Tenderly caressing leaf by leaf, Every bump noticed, Every dent realized, She can see. (Michael Onsando) We had a strange relationship, my mother and I. she would talk, I listened. I would talk, she listened. We always seemed to communicate. We were in different planes of reality, [...]

• If You Can’t Walk In My Shoes

  Posted: September 21, 2011, 2:10 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Don’t judge me If you cannot walk in my shoes, and feel the pinch on the heel and toes If you haven’t struggle with the same pair each day and bear the stares on the streets and the paths Don’t you dare judge me, if you cannot strut in my body, Half clothed with rags [...]

• I waited

  Posted: August 24, 2011, 9:28 am by Bee Illustrated

  In the hellish long line I waited, for the turn that was mine, The sunny rays and drops of rain, Caressing my body to the core, I waited, for something to call mine. ©Bee

• Leeches

  Posted: August 3, 2011, 6:35 pm by Bee Illustrated

  I call them leeches; They suck my blood, And my being And my happiness; joy Everything! Leeches they are, They make me suffer, They give me relief With their blood sucking: Their painless, satiated sucking With their proboscis gorged deep within me, And their innocent feeding, Looking at me with their innocent eyes “Leeches!!” I … Continue reading →

• My Sunshine

  Posted: July 27, 2011, 10:48 am by Bee Illustrated

  My heart is wringing painfully With the prospect of being away from you, My sunshine; The sky, gloomy with never-ending tears, The winds, swishing swashing with the sound of your sweet voice, I long for you, my sunshine.  But tomorrow holds up for me and for you, my sunshine. The clouds will clear and pave … Continue reading →

• For A Moment

  Posted: July 18, 2011, 8:16 pm by Bee Illustrated

  For a moment, I thought I lost u. For a moment I thought I had u. Image courtesy of Google For a moment, I thought the clouded face was full of glow, The frown was a smile. For a moment, my heart took a leap. For a moment a tear escaped my eyes. For a … Continue reading →

• The search Part 2

  Posted: July 6, 2011, 10:14 am by Bee Illustrated

  Continued from Part 1 She remembered when she first met him, tall dark and handsome- A real African, with a broad, nose and sweet smile that melted her heart. She was on her way to the river when he stopped her to inquire about the Chief’s home. His white sparkling teeth attracted her even more … Continue reading →

• The search Part 1

  Posted: July 5, 2011, 4:26 pm by Bee Illustrated

  “Hoot, Hoot” the train blared as it moved closer to the station. The crowd moved closer, waiting to board and others waiting for their loved ones to alight while the sun shimmering rays penetrated through the holes in the roof of the station. People scrambled for the best position to catch the glimpse of their … Continue reading →

• Crise de Mentalité

  Posted: June 28, 2011, 5:39 pm by Bee Illustrated

  A million nerves tumble down in cascades; untied creating a feeling of levitating High up in the sky: directionless Her mind seems to float slowly losing grip on reality focusing on the voices it hears ‘ Listen to me, Do as I bid’ they declared her crise de mentalité stating that it came from the … Continue reading →

• The Potrait

  Posted: June 20, 2011, 5:44 pm by Bee Illustrated

  With your cold eyes You despise me With your mouth shut You condemn me With your blank face You mock me For reasons that I do not know And amendments I cannot follow Time passes by And your silence eats me inside I wish to whisper my apologies But am no ghost whisperer I wish … Continue reading →

• Invisibility

  Posted: June 16, 2011, 9:00 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Invisibility was the key, hiding in places no one would see. like looking deep into the eyes, staring straight into the soul. a whisper in the dark, a beating of the heart. Like flames from a candelabra, a smile lights up the dark corners and the veil slowly dissipates, revealing layers upon layers. interests get … Continue reading →

• Sins of The Past

  Posted: June 9, 2011, 10:28 am by Bee Illustrated

  With new dawns We wish for a new life, After we ran From the sins of the past- That were a long time ago, You have your life, I have mine, But we find ourselves in this entangled web, Fate playing a mocking game on us We met again You and I. The sins of … Continue reading →

• Child of Our Tribe

  Posted: June 6, 2011, 9:25 am by Bee Illustrated

  Child of Our Tribe, Son of my mother, Hear the words of my mouth, Come. Put down your shield, swathe your sword, come, not adorned for war for my words preach peace Listen. Son of my mother, why fight when you can love? Child of our tribe, cast your worries aside, Live and let live- … Continue reading →

• Courting Death

  Posted: June 3, 2011, 9:16 am by Bee Illustrated

  I saw a man one day, Calling the throes of death, Although he was smiles and all He was knocking on death’s door The man I saw, Was seated atop a tanker Listening to a boom of the speaker As his lips caressed a cigarette He seemed to forget the contents of the tanker, Carefully … Continue reading →

• I Cannot Cry

  Posted: May 31, 2011, 2:52 pm by Bee Illustrated

  The hurt is so much for me, I feel the pain crawling all the way to my tear glands, drying them up. I cannot cry. The dry tear glands have suffered enough, Shedding a wee drop every time the pain came Every time my heart somersaulted into the abyss But I have learnt; they said … Continue reading →

• A Brand New Page In the Book Called Life

  Posted: May 25, 2011, 7:00 pm by Bee Illustrated

  The last words of a chapter are being scribbled, My nimble fingers grasp at the pen, to give it a superb ending, Preparing it for a new chapter, Instead of the ink decreasing, it increases, Giving me more power, motivation to write, Create a new chapter, A chapter full of suspense, Each page writes itself, … Continue reading →

• A Stranger’s Face

  Posted: May 23, 2011, 12:01 pm by Bee Illustrated

  I had lost my calmness, My muse dropped from the face of the earth And my hand, shriveled-curling the tips of my fingers Losing its grip on pen and paper, Into the blankness my mind headed. Then I saw a face of a stranger, And the nerves of my hand picked up, Lifting my hand … Continue reading →

• Karma

  Posted: May 10, 2011, 4:06 pm by Bee Illustrated

  Drops of rain crash land on her roof, pitter patter, If Betty bought herself bitter butter you’d think next time she’d be a little smarter, But the chitter chatter on the radio is that she might have to try a little harder, Silent messages shared behind the trash dump, call it litter chatter, Car rides … Continue reading →

• Why I Hit Her

  Posted: May 9, 2011, 9:33 am by Bee Illustrated

  I never meant to hit her, she brought it upon herself, calling me names; ‘husband stealer’ ‘loose woman’ and my personal favorite: ‘whore’ It’s not the names that bothered me, -I have heard them before- it’s the fact that she accused me of a crime i did not commit! That right there made me claw … Continue reading →

• Drowning

  Posted: April 26, 2011, 7:27 pm by Bee Illustrated

  In deep murky waters I stumbled My emotions in shambles and tatters I failed at picking up the shreds Could no longer hold the support My head dipped, Down, my mouth open, Shouting for help, Only to swallow the suffocating murk, I was out of breath-Gasping, Gasping My feeble limbs weakened I let the swift … Continue reading →

• The Happy Priest

  Posted: April 19, 2011, 7:32 pm by Bee Illustrated

  In his cassock, He was the epitome of holiness, They called him the Saint… Indeed In the privacy of the confession box He listened, never judged ‘Child, your Sins are forgiven’ The words, many an ear would want to hear Many a souls cherish With his crucifix, He kneels at the Cross, Praying to the … Continue reading →

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