KASAZILE

  Their conversation didnt seem to fade. Their faces were cool. As they conversed, it was uncovered that Grace came from a humble family in the rurals of Kisii town. Her dad was a farmer who ran a greenhouse at their small plot. He was currently harvesting tomatoes. Her mother was alcoholic and she had left her baba Grace for another man. Grace met her once once only when she went to the  village bars in her search. Kairetu told almost everything about her including about Sarunis consistencious proposalsand how often she turned them down. Sometimes i wonder why some ladies turn blind and deaf on the good stuff and opt for bad stuffs just because they are eye pleasing, its okay though, everyone is entitled to have what he/she likes as long as they can rightly afford it. The day grew darker. Grace had bunches of bananas and tomatoes, she asked Kairetu to prepare some as she went out to buy something else. Kairetu was almost done when Grace entered with a paperbag. She emptied it...

  Behind Jua Kali garage Kanairo, a short dark and beautiful brave young girl was walking to work when she noticed a crowd of young men in groups behind the garage.   She had noticed them a few days after she started to work as a cook at Njoroge’s kiosk , which was stationed in front of the garage. It raised alarm when she noticed that those people were just there and, they were not doing anything constructive. Kanairo used to walk on the road which was not very far from them. She walked through it every day she went to work early in the morning before dawn and later in the evening after sunset. Njoki and Kamae were engineers at Jua Kali garage and they were workmates with a very tight friendshipness. They were always together during lunch hours. They were Njoroge’s regular customers and they used to go round the kibanda when they were not at work. Njoroge used to prepare traditional uji , traditionally fermented milk, and fermented mango juice. Kanairo on the other h...