Creative Writing. / Short Stories (Page 2)

I Went To Rwanda, And Met Someone!

Hello, thank you for falling for this clickbait title😝 No, wait, honestly, I visited Rwanda recently, and yes, I met someone amazing. Just not in the way you think😜. First things first, SOCIAL MEDIA HAS TAKEN OVER. Social media took me to Rwanda. How amazing😉. Like, I first got to interact with the organizer of […]

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#QUICKTEN With Uganda’s Media Strategist Osbert Mwijukye!

My name is Osbert Mwijukye. I am a Web Developer, Digital Media and Brand Communications junkie. I work with Uganda’s leading media house Vision Group as a New Media Executive and Web Developer. I also freelance as a web developer in my extra time. You recently attended CMS AFRICA SUMMIT held in Kigali, Rwanda, tell […]

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NEW MUSIC ALERT! ||What I’ve Come Across/Listened To.. ||

I have been listening to some new music lately, by amazing young Kenyan artists.  First, I have surprised myself because a few years ago, you would NEVER find me listening to hip-hop music. Who is this girl? I blame my campus housemate Daisy, who had Hip-hop running in her blood and transferred this craze to […]

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Distractions; a Guide to Escaping Toxic Relationships- GUEST POST/REBLOG by Clarie

I have been reading new material, scavenging for fresh content to feed my mind in the last few days. One of the new blogs(new because it was my first time reading it) I came across is Clarie’s( The last time I saw a blog post from Clarie she was on a WordPress free site, glad […]

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Beneath the Stillness


It’s always something with you, isn’t it?

I’m either not ready or I’m too eager to possibly know what I’m doing.

I’m too young,

You’re too old,

We’re no good at this,

The friendship matters more.
You want me to remain objective,

To see clearly,

To use my head to think.

Yet I cannot get past the calls that come from you daily. Or the random text messages about nothing in particular. I know you have not promised me anything, but you have asked about my dark secrets and deep fears. I barely know you myself, but I am known by you so well you can tell when I am holding something back.
I’m supposed to be...


It’s al...

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Untitled XI

I had a dream about you today. It was a long and winding stairwell of memories still stuck on my mind. Instead of waking up in a panic, I lay still and let the images float to the fore, holding on to the threads of what I could recall so I could make you stay a little longer. I walked into the shower and played back the image of you lying next to me, bleeding, dying. It’s the same dream, only less terrifying now. It no longer scares me to think of you, to picture you, this way. I let the hot water wash over my back as I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes so...

I had a dream about you tod...

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Distant Memories

I don’t drink it anymore, but I still like the smell of coffee. Aromatic. I cannot describe it more precisely with any other words because ‘earthy’ makes me picture mud or dirt and ‘woody’ is more like the smell of a man’s cologne. Also, the smell of coffee relaxes me. I needed to be relaxed for this meeting. It was not the first of its kind, but there are things that one never really gets used to. Like tests and break-ups.

“How is work?”

“Still slow. But it’s not terrible. How are things on your end?”

“We’re busy. The cases have been piling from February and…”

So this started before I came into the picture. I start to smell his...

I don’t drink it anym...

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One day, while you stood picking kale at the grocery section of Nakumatt Supermarket, you sang along to an old blue grass hit. I watched you and wished that I’d listened to more old classics in my younger days; just so we could sing along to this particular song together. You did this silly dance in public whenever I started singing something, which would always make me stop singing so I could beg you to stop embarrassing yourself. You would say, “But I’m not embarrassed” so I would move away and act like we weren’t together.
You used to say random stuff like “The mind is a whiteboard, wipe it clean” when I couldn’t sleep. Or “Your head is...

One day, while you stood pi...

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Let Me Kiss You

I want to kiss you
Not simply for kissing’s sake
I want to kiss you –
Just to make you feel
As if you couldn’t be without me
Without the taste of me
Too long
I want to kiss you
So you will miss me
To feed you a little taste
Of the frenzy that is lust
Not so much as to set fire
To your loins
But just enough
Just enough to make you
Miss me dearly
I want to kiss you
So you will
Unlike the one before you
Stay here with me
And leave only so long<br...

I want to kiss you

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the Choice, the Wait

“Am I allowed to ask?”

“How long it has been? Yes. sure.”

“How long has it been?”

“Fifteen months.”

“Do you remember the last time?”

“Easier than I remember the first.”

“How so?”

“It started off with me feeling so full of something special that I was floating, everything blurring into each other with no boundaries and no specifics. Except the memories, of course. Those are always vivid. And the mind edits infinitely, so depending on the experience this is either a great blessing or a great curse. It ended with me feeling stupid and hollow and sunken. That doesn’t leave you either.”

“How long did it take you to get out of that dark place?”

“I haven’t. I’m not...

“Am I allowed to ask?...

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We had a deal at the beginning of this relationship. You would only come to my house when I invited you over and I would visit yours to watch movies. The actual agreement wasn’t uttered, but we were both capable of reading each other and knowing what the rules of association were. We would stay in and cook together or for each other, listen to and discover music, share favourite excerpts from each other’s current reads. On the occasional Sunday, we would go for a long run and freshen up in our own houses, then meet up afterwards if we were both feeling up to it and you didn’t have to work.

Before we had gotten to this stage, I...

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I’m Sorry

I didn’t mean to be cruel in my handling of your feelings. I grew up hearing that boys didn’t have any so I let my biases deal roughly with you. You were always so gentle with me – your manner, your tone, your hands, your words.

I should have said something when the girls talked about you like that. It was not in their place to have opinions about your life choices because, as far as I can see, you have none on theirs. I have known them all a long time and have grown accustomed to gossip because it makes me feel like less of a failure at everything. And on that day in particular, I wanted to see...

I didn’t mean to be c...

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