Patrick Ngugi

Patrick Ngugi is a veteran journalist who has a passion for writing fiction and poetry. Ngugi, who has worked for major media houses in the country for over two decades, is also a published author of several novels and young adult books. Apart from writing he offers publishing consultancy.

You can reach him at patugi@gmail.com

HAPPINESS IN THE HUT

By Patrick Ngugi; Kiambu, Kenya How could the filthy kid Adorned with cakes of dirt In tired tatters and all In addition to fresh mucus Dripping down the nose Atop…

STATE OF SIN

By Patrick Ngugi It was about a week before Mildred’s parents, Teresa and Dlamini, arrived from Durban and I was amazed at how fast the days were rushing. It was…

LAMENTATIONS OF A SINKING SON

By Patrick Ngugi  You behold the horizon Scared of the sinking sun That darkens your soul N wish you could stop its flight Through the vast skies of time Dumping…

MABEL WACU, MY LOVE

By Patrick Ngugi Mabel was late. Very late. It was getting to 10.30 pm and this worried me tremendously because the stretch from the matatu stage to the house was…

A PLANET IN DREADFUL PAIN

The wicked winds waft westwards Granting a deluge of ill droplets Infected with myriad tiny monsters Which stop a planet in its tracks Graduating the learned into fools Baffling miracle…

THE JOURNEY FROM self TO SELF

By Patrick Ngugi [Kiambu, Kenya] Stillness surrounding And   transcending all In loud sprawling silence Consciousness… That powerful stillness Cool and refreshing Like clear still water That really runs deep Experiencing……

MAGGIE LISPER WAMAITSA

By Patrick Ngugi I finally met Maggie Lisper Wamaitsa after a decade of romantic letter exchanges, during which I even proposed and she accepted, and I promised I’d give her…

ETERNAL WAIT

Parched lips Thirsty throat Depleted cup Waiting for ever for A delightful refill That fails to pour   And lips that yearn For a touch of lips That vanished in…

KIGACHO, THE GATE KEEPER

 By Patrick Ngugi It’s a fortnight since my chief accountant left, and my figures are in a mess. I need to get a reliable person to head that department just…

LEND ME YOU

By Patrick Ngugi Is it you? Or my eyes? Bewitching me? Or Anxiety in my heart Spinning my dazed head Every time I see you In the eyes of mind…

COLD BLOODED JUSTICE

By Patrick Ngugi I buried my face in my handcuffed palms, too ashamed to lookup and scan the courtroom, as I did not want my gaze to meet my family…

THE LONG WAIT

By Patrick Ngugi His clothes, though clean were so crumpled, you’d think he had slept in them. But then, he was perhaps, the cleanest beggar I have ever seen. He…