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Mike Muthaka
90 stories written for Craft It.
Dusty RugsMy heart is in BelgiumBY MIKE MUTHAKA 1. She leans closer and plants a wet kiss on his cheek. Her pouty lips linger on his skin,…
Dusty RugsPlaying HouseBY MIKE MUTHAKA I step out of the shower without a towel. I don’t need a towel. I’m home alone. Water drips…
Dusty RugsWe got ratsBY MIKE MUTHAKA There’s a rat in my room. Nights I hear it clamoring behind the wardrobe. The other day I found…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsAll things lovelyBY MIKE MUTHAKA Saturday, 1.43 p.m. “Boys who say have a lovely night are suckers.” She’s recalling a text she received from…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsLove is a genreBY MIKE MUTHAKA Alternative Rock ‘Wait for me’ by Rise Against ‘Adventure of a lifetime’ by Coldplay We drove around in your…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsGate passBY MIKE MUTHAKA Once in a while my school does a round of maintenance; door handles are fixed, walls are repainted, bulbs…2018Craft ItCraft ItA Man and his HatBY MIKE MUTHAKA I finally got a newsboy hat. Google it. It’s a cool hat, aye? For some reason I’ve always thought…2018Craft ItCraft ItNomadsBY MIKE MUTHAKA I’m surrounded by nomads. One of them is in the living room, hanging above my favorite couch. Ol’ Man…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsEggs and BallsBY MIKE MUTHAKA I wonder how it felt to be on the stands of the last Kabeberi Sevens tournament. That Saturday, when…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsFinding the keyBY MIKE MUTHAKA Beethoven is exhausted. He has pouches under his eyes. He can’t wait to finish the damn song and go…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsLady JusticeBY MIKE MUTHAKA The gavel bangs. Six months in the slammer for five souls convicted of illegal mining. All rise. His lordship…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsCall me UncleBY MIKE MUTHAKA “Never talk to my son again!” Those words knocked the stupor out of me. How dare I fill her…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsChin up!BY MIKE MUTHAKA Beards are meant to be stroked. They’re meant to be touched and played with. They’re for quiet contemplation. They’re…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsTake me to Spain. Or notBY MIKE MUTHAKA I’ve been toying with the idea of learning Spanish. I don’t say it out loud though, I don’t want…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsCrying fowlBY MIKE MUTHAKA I can’t imagine sharing a roof with my cock. I wouldn’t be able to stand the racket my cock…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsSankale’s minivanBY MIKE MUTHAKA You know what really bugged me about being a kid? Not being able to reach the grab rail in…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsKitengela is like sexBY MIKE MUTHAKA She never told me her last name, she just told me she was Kate. Kate was my first. It…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsSome bird watchingBY MIKE MUTHAKA Turn, by the Wombats. I can’t get this song out of my head. I first heard it on X…2018Craft ItCraft ItThe Croatian AffairBY MIKE MUTHAKA I usually watch the World Cup matches with my Old Man. Sometimes he leaves office early so he can…2018Craft ItCraft ItDirty little feetBY MIKE MUTHAKA “We look like we’re on a bad date, Mike,” Bett says. She’s seated across from me at Java, Kimathi…
Dusty RugsAnthonyBY MIKE MUTHAKA “The machines are always out and about. If the team is nearby sometimes I’ll go and surprise them. I’ll…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsExams in progressBY MIKE MUTHAKA Two things that make school unpleasant for me: Exams, and class presentations. One can make you retake the whole…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsFrom Russia, with Vodka (and chapos)BY MIKE MUTHAKA The house smells like chapos. It’s 40 minutes past 6p.m on a Thursday, and I can’t wait to get…2018Dusty RugsDusty RugsThe Weedy MeadowsBY MIKE MUTHAKA I’ve always been aware of the whole preparing-for-school business, since my first day of school at Twin Birds Academy.…