Cecy Gaitho
Cecy Gaitho describes herself as ‘that short girl next door’. She is a student of literature and has been writing poetry for some time. Just recently she realized that “I could narrate stories. I hope to keep people both educated and entertained.”
Her email address is shikugaitho94@gmail.com
THE CURSE OF RWARE VILLAGE
By Cecy Gaitho The land of Gikuyu and Mumbi is blessed with an abundance of food. Mwene Nyaga is said to have met His people at the great Mt. Kenya…
THIS PLACE
This place reminds me of home, Where dreams were made and futures promised, We heartily told our dreams, of what we wanted to become, Of doctors, pilots and teachers, that…
A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE
By Cecy Gaitho “We are all gathered here to celebrate the life of a woman, whose contribution to the society is immeasurable…” The Master of Ceremony remarked, as he opened…
Second Chance at Love
Mine is a story of heartbreak, That years ago left me a wreck, In a heart that once was filled with love, Tears was all I could when he did…
Honey coated revenge
By Cecy Gaitho I do not know why Sam Mateso crossed my mind that day. Probably, the thought was sparked by the call I had just received from my son…
If Tomorrow Fails to Come
Dear God, If Thou decides to take thy soul tonight, So that I won’t see tomorrow, My son, whom am so fond, Oh God of all Might, Let him not…
The Skeleton in the Closet
By Cecy Gaitho “The Forbes list of top 40 under 40 is out, and for the first time in history, a Kenyan is on the lead!” I cannot tell if…
The Black Wine of Mama Pima
By Cecy Gaitho “Pewa kama mlivyo!” A clearly drunken voice shouted from the back of Mama Pima’s den. He spoke in a slurred manner, having spent the whole morning in…
BEFORE YOU GO
Before you go, Please look behind once more, And remember all the good times we had, But when you leave, don’t bang the door, Lest you need it, when you…
The damning, shaming secret of Wamakere Village
By Cecy Gaitho and Anita Nimmoh Sundays were showing off days and the Wamakere village church was the perfect place. Young women would come in droves, to show off their…
This is the sad story of Malaki….
By Cecy Gaitho “When I grow up I want to be a pilot.” And every day, young Malaki would go out into the fields and excitedly wave at the passing…
WORDS OF WISDOM
I may not be able to give you gold, For my hands have now grown old, They fail in strength, Remaining is my last breath, But let me give you…
THE STORM
By Cecy Gaitho In the sky so high, The night dark with unforetold fears, The lightning occasionally sending its warning, That the storm is nigh, Little children clasp at their…
Preacher Joshua – the skewed reverend
By Cecy Gaitho We all called him Pr. Preach-it-all. Obviously that was not his real name. Pr. Joshua was a man of God, revered for his no-nonsensical approach towards sin.…
GIVE ME LOVE
By Cecy Gaitho What I secretly wish Love would be… Give me love, And serve it on a silver platter, It’s all I need; A happy lifetime, a happy forever. Give…
Nicah, the Boss Lady
By Cecy Gaitho I watched helplessly as the heavy rain pounded on the back of my four children and I. This was the third time in a week that we…