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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.
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A Large Potato
Read more: A Large PotatoMúturú 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…
RECENT POETRY
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Pain, a friend?
I sat with my painAsked it to lie on the couchAnd look at the clock…
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Unmask the Mystery
What is it that seems… Too big Too distant Too mysterious Of a goal What…
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Jitokeze
“Hebu jitokezee, jionyeshe, simama, imara, mbele ya watuuuu” said the Kiwi Shoe Polish ad many…
RECENT JOURNALS
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Tonight, Let me Grieve
By Muthoni Maina Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief…
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A Large Potato
Múturú was a precious commodity at Karatina D.E.B Primary School. If you got it, you…
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Wahome
I always found my grandfather seated by the cow shed early in the morning, contemplating…
COLLECTIONS
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One More Time
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Grieving my Mum Over 20 Years Later
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Dear Mum, I Turned 30