Author archive: Wanjiru Ndung'u

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Scourge of the slugs
October 14, 2021
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She looks at me with unwavering resolve, like Daenerys in the final season of Game of Thrones when the city of King’s Landing rings the bells and raises the gates in surrender, and she burns it all to the ground anyway.
Books
Fallow
October 7, 2021
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When I find an author I like, I usually find all their books and read them until I am inundated with their voice. I did this with Rupi Kaur, Junot Diaz, Frank Mc Court and now with Shin Kyung Sook.
Short Stories You're Still You
The Money Tree
July 1, 2021
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Previously on You’re Still You… Monday: As told by Waita At the office, I circle Mary’s desk and drape my arm over her chair. With any luck, she’ll like the smell of a freshly pressed shirt and the splashes of Hugo Boss on my neck. I stroke my beard and make light eye contact as […]
Short Stories You're Still You
Adrift
June 10, 2021
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Previously on You’re Still You *As told by Waita I stir awake on the couch and remain still for a full hour like roadkill on a hot tarmac road. My arms feel like elephant tusks so I just lie there blinking until sunlight starts streaming in through a parting in the curtains. Now that I’ve […]
Short Stories You're Still You
Tipping Point
February 18, 2021
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Previously on You’re Still You… *As told by Waita On the drive home, I am braced for a fight. I haven’t spoken to Nora all weekend, or at least that’s what she’ll say. I haven’t fawned over her in front of our friends. I haven’t painted the picture of perfect love and devotion. She can […]
Short Stories You're Still You
The One I Should’ve Waited For
December 17, 2020
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Previously on You’re Still You… It’s one of those crisp days where everything is as it should be. The sky is a brilliant blue interspersed with cotton-white wisps of clouds. We’re at the turn of the season, so the plant life is robust with different shades of green and yellowed tips. There are dragonflies and […]
Short Stories You're Still You
In the Reeds
October 15, 2020
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We’re both laughing now because we’re buzzed but also because we’re on the precipice of something momentous. A knowledge has passed between us that in the cosmic thread that connects us both, a new bond is forming. Whatever I say will influence whatever life decision he’s struggling with. However it goes, we’ll both remember this night. The laughter is just to quell the jitters.
Short Stories You're Still You
A Moment Longer
September 17, 2020
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What we both know to be true, but which remains unsaid, is that I don’t get invited to family road trips because I’m single. The wives don’t like me. They don’t like how I stand with their men sipping old-fashioneds while they grill, with no kids to run around after. They envy my freedom. And they hate that I’m privy to all of their husbands’ inside jokes because I tag along to all the stuff they don’t get invited to.
Short Stories
The Conquistador’s Woman
August 27, 2020
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Inside they’re playing Amapiano which is pouring out through the balcony. I can see right through to where she’s sitting from here. When she gets up to go and rinse her glass in the kitchen I watch her. Alright. I ogle her. She’s wearing one of those hugging sweater dresses. I have half a mind to go circle her waist from the back and pull her flush against me. She doesn’t look like she’d flow with it though. Besides, those are mad fisi vibes bana. I’m trying to get her attention, not get dismissed.
Short Stories
On the Prowl
August 20, 2020
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Now I have him talking about something he’s proud of. I place my hand on his shoulder and rest my chin on it. Close enough that his beard tingles from interacting with my energy field. Close enough that he smells martinis, mints and lust on my breath. Close enough that he struggles with the thought of tasting me.
Blog Soul
Finding my Muses
August 3, 2020
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The call comes in on a Thursday night. The Indian Ocean is roaring in the background. Some of his words are carried off by the wind but you get the gist of what he’s saying. He’s walking on the beach. He wants you next to him. Be spontaneous. Be adventurous. Take the train. You’ll book […]
Short Stories
A Raft Out
May 14, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man… Russo sends a link to a playlist the next day. I have a few hours to kill while my guests explore the gorge at Hell’s Gate. I recline the seat in the cruiser and hit play. The playlist starts with a cover of I Won’t Back Down by Tom Petty. There’s […]
Short Stories
Dominoes
April 23, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man … It’s evening in Naivasha and the night creatures are stirring awake. I’ve spent the day talking about pelicans and marabou storks on Crescent island. The sun has been on my back all afternoon. My heels are hot from being on my feet all day, but I love it. I love […]
Eucalyptus Man Short Stories
A Seismic Event
April 9, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man… What can I tell you about Mundia and me? Our marriage – the beginning, the end, and the murkiness in between – is something I mull over from time to time. Ruminating is a great source of anxiety for me, but I’m the sort of person who can’t move on from […]
Eucalyptus Man Short Stories
A Kite on a Branch
March 19, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man… I can’t say for sure when the seeds of discontent sprouted. I just remember starting to feel my world growing smaller, a kind of darkness closing in, sealing me into place. Sometimes thinking about it made me sad. Then realizing that I was sad made me even sadder because I am […]
Eucalyptus Man Short Stories
Eucalyptus Man
December 5, 2019
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  “What are you thinking?” “Nothing.” “You look like you were thinking about something.” “I’m not.” “Really? So your mind is just blank right now?” “Yeah.” I sigh. “Okay. I’m going to shower.” My little tentacles, glowing and delightfully warm, just beginning to unfurl and reach out, growing, seeking him out like a vine blossoming […]