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…Feb 23, 2017Feb 23, 2017
Mwaniki NyagaOf Buns and Left Hands“Would you say your soul resides in your hair?”Jun 17, 2016Jun 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…Jun 8, 2016Jun 8, 2016
Mwaniki NyagaGuns and RosesEyes welling with tears, clouding his view of the charred remains, he half whispers:Jun 8, 2016Jun 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…Jun 8, 2016Jun 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…Jun 8, 2016Jun 8, 2016