Mwaniki NyagaRoteI walk around with titles in my head nowadays. They occur to me when they best know I’m least likely to jot them down; that space of time…1 min read·Feb 23, 2017----
Mwaniki NyagaOf Buns and Left Hands“Would you say your soul resides in your hair?”4 min read·Jun 17, 2016----
Mwaniki NyagaDown By The RiverThe sun is old. Shadows are long. There are cool whispers in the trees. Slow paced, the children make for home. In silence? No. Never…4 min read·Jun 8, 2016----
Mwaniki NyagaGuns and RosesEyes welling with tears, clouding his view of the charred remains, he half whispers:4 min read·Jun 8, 2016----
Mwaniki NyagaLilaThe air is damp and humid around this riverbed. The ground is soggy and wet. Papyrus reeds sprout from it, ascending majestically into the…4 min read·Jun 8, 2016----
Mwaniki NyagaSenescenceThe man is asleep. She gently squeezes his wrinkled frail hand, nudging him to wake up with her shoulder. They are seated outside their…4 min read·Jun 8, 2016----