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Welcome to Muriuki’s world. I share my writing: poems, journals, reflections, and all manner of thoughts that reside in my mind here. Indulge.
Múturú was a precious commodity at Karatina D.E.B Primary School. If you got it, you were either lucky, or the cook’s favourite. The cook, Maina, was a slender man who always wore gumboots. Múturú was a large potato, preferably uncut, served…
I want to go through life with tongue in cheekBe a little mischievousI want to…
I sat with my painAsked it to lie on the couchAnd look at the clock…
What is it that seems… Too big Too distant Too mysterious Of a goal What…
By Muthoni Maina Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief…
Múturú was a precious commodity at Karatina D.E.B Primary School. If you got it, you…
I always found my grandfather seated by the cow shed early in the morning, contemplating…