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Prodigal Writer Returns


Hi folks!! I have been missing in action for a while and ¬†I am rusty as nails left out in the rain all week. That being said, lets just be happy to see one another and worry too much about the time spent apart right? right! I knew you would understand ūüôā much obliged!

Moving along about books now. I have been somewhat of a promiscuous reader and I have stickied my fingers from having them in so many different pots at the same time lol!

So let me just present a short…er…maybe that’s not exactly accurate, but here follows a list¬†nonetheless¬†of all the ¬†books I have had my nose in all for the past month:

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Horse Stealers and Other Stories by Anton Chekov

Clochemerle-les-Bains by Gabriel Chevallier (the funniest read by far)

Dance With Dragons by George R.R. Martin

and finally

Room by Emma Donoghue

They are all very thrilling and I will relish over them until they are all done and hopefully provide reviews for all of them soon. I have read other books during the ¬†“vacation” that I took, but by now am sure I actually don’t remember some of the story lines- let alone some of the characters. Am I the only one that seems to forget about a book almost a week after reading it and then feel guilty about it? As if I feel like I have let down the characters in some way…Nobody??Anyone? Okay glad to see you’re all crazies then ūüėÄ LOL!


Of course I was not just going to leave like that. Here’s a poem I wrote a while back and it made me a little melancholic when I reread it. Let it speak to the few of you out there that are ever in a bind.¬†



There are people in my curtains.

They tell me things. Nice things.

But only when I am alone.


They are not always around, no… Not always.

They talk to me un-summoned, always when I need.

Sometimes I want them to talk,

But only and always…when I need.


In my unspeakable bliss, they share it with me,

It was so, on my graduation.

In my knotty nervousness, they speak with calm and cool,

It was so on my wedding.

In my loneliest depression, they keep me company with banter,

It was so during my rehabilitation.


For now they are not talking.

I want them to

I am not in need however.

If they do talk, I will tell them everything.

About the tests,

The horrid stuff that makes me numb.

I will tell them all!

How the orderlies smile, indifferent in their mundaneness.

The nurses with their feigned love.

Behind those eyes- pity and fear.

When I sleep, they say my mind is gone,

And nobody cares about my hands being cold.

Yes, yes, I will tell.


Today I am sure they will talk.

Who? Why, the people in my curtains of course!

They whisper things, nice things.

But only when I am alone.


That’s all for today folks, now I am off to a most needed tea break ūüėČ Cheers!


A Pinch of A Review and A dash of a Poem

“The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity.”¬†

~A. Edward Newton~

“A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don’t slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.”¬†
~William Lyon Phelps~

As my field work intensifies, so do my posts become more and more sporadic. I am here to amend that however for the present moment, so on to our lovely day’s agenda. Since I have been on the road for most of this month, I have been soaking in a lot of books, but before I go on excitedly about my new library additions, let me shed a little light on last month’s book-club read, “Purple Hibiscus” by Nigerian-born Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. The book is set in post-independence Nigeria and circles the daily happenings¬†of the members of a well to do family and their struggles with a controlling overly religious( almost a zealot) ¬†father as the main antagonist. The story as seen from the eyes of a teenage girl (the younger of the 2 siblings), Kambili, is both very descriptive and if I may say genuine and raw. The author is able to pull you in two directions at once and show you real moral dilemmas that face real African people. Its needless to say that I absolutely loved it and I was thoroughly disappointed at not having a chance to dissect it over a hot cuppa tea! My fantastical vision of what the book-club meeting would be, but was not to be, since I was not in attendance (i desist from expounding ūüė¶ …sigh!) The book really resonated with me and I could not put it down at all,reading it everywhere especially in matatus. Lol!

September book-club read

Matatu readers will understand that,though there is nothing worse than being stuck in notorious Nairobi traffic, it is a saving grace to be unavoidably stuck with a good book! It is like a a quiet way of yelling, “Suck on that Traffic!!! “. Annnnnnnnnddddd we move away swiftly from these and other small victories on to the massive victory of book-thrifting. There is this street where I always find such treasures for as little as Kshs. 50 and I inevitably cannot resist the urge to fill my tiny house with yet more books that I intend to read. You can say I’m a bit of a bibliophile. It is right outside the old Ukwala Supermarket on your way to bus-station from Afya Centre. They are old and dusty and smell of such knowledge, I digress however. My most valuable find for this week is “The Time¬†Traveler’s¬†Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger, which has become my favorite traffic read. The movie was magnificent and I have been wanting to read the book having discovered that the movie was an adaptation. Later analysis coming up soon, stay tuned folks!

Book thrift- Kshs. 50

I knew this was going to be a bumper post, but stick with me its almost done :). I was on my way to yet another interview for work today and this poem simply made its way from my day-dreaming to my notebook. Check it out and let me know what you think please.




5 am, rise and stretch

Still sleepy, need to pray.

Where’s my toothbrush?

Pizza breakfast yay!


6.15 am, we’re rushing out

Three flights down

Lets hit the road

Monday Morning Rush!


An hour later

Still in a ‘jam’

Happy and contented

“Weekend success?”

My eyes silently ask

“Yes! Indeed it was!”

His own answer mine

We Smile.


Earphones out

Local radio shows

Lulling him to sleep

I take out my book

‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’

We share the earphones

And Smile

I doze off.


8 am, I’m already there

Let’s goodbye now

“Can’t wait till next time”

My eyes quickly say and shine

We Smile again.


Happy to share

Some special secret

Reveling in its exclusivity

“Thank you”. My eyes speak

He smiles again, “You’re welcome”

And off to work I get


My heart is full

I dance as I walk

And think of

Peace and

Peppermint tea and of

Smiling in traffic.


Have a good week folks! This month’s book-club read: “One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

October Book-club Read

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