Love and Loss

It’s Wednesday morning, so I’m allowed to gossip or complain, right? I’m not sure whether I’m gossiping or complaining, but I need a listening ear. Chege will be the end of me. Literally. I can’t lie… I’ve received very nice gifts from Chege, but then again, I’ve received funny gifts from this man too, and […]

I was at the hospital yesterday. Luckily, I wasn’t sick – I had taken a friend. We were talking about Baba while I did my usual scanning for anything extraordinary that could pass as gossip. There wasn’t much. The hospital was almost empty. Behind our bench sat a family that had brought their daughter for

I didn’t know Friday evening would be the beginning of the end. It was just a phone call — short, sad, and unfinished — but it changed everything. Ndichu called me, and in a sad tone suggested that we meet the next day over dinner. Every effort I made to ask why he sounded down

Sarah stared at her late father’s framed photo and smiled at his tired face. Baba Sarah was always smiling even in his tired state. “He deserved better. I hope he’s happy in heaven.” Sarah muttered. “Baba deserved peace and love. He was there for us. He didn’t deserve the daily torture our mum gave him.”

My baby daddy was a great partner. He was there during my pregnancy period, nursing me and ensuring I lacked nothing. My peace of mind was his greatest desire. After childbirth, the same special treatment continued. Bills were paid on time, he encouraged me to forge ahead in my career, helped me network as much

Essy and I were more than friends; we were like sisters. We shared everything: our dreams, our tears, our stories about parents and lovers. Wherever we went, we made memories. Everything was perfect until Essy got pregnant, five months after my fallout with Deno, my ex. Deno and I dated when I worked for Mama