Cocktail Books Chronicles

          I went asleep last night                      Tired from the fight          I’ve been fighting for tomorrow          All my life          Yeah I woke up this morning          Feeling brand new          ‘Cause the dream that I have been dreaming           Has finally come true                                         -Will.i.am It was possible that Kamaria was experiencing real fatigue in its raw form for the first time in her...

Book: City Murders Author: Nducu Wa Ngugi Genre: Crime Thriller Publisher: East African Educational Publishers First Published: 20 14 Size: 178 pages, A5 Price: 6 1 5 (KES) City Murders I must have been one of the first people to read City Murders, at least I hope I was, when it was published in 20 14. I have since then read it again because it turned out to be one of those books you read again when there is nothing to read. It got me hooked on page two or thereabouts. Jack Chidi, the lead character, is an investigative journalist working for The Daily Grind, a newspaper as eccentric as Chidi, and possibly everyone else who works there including the big boss, Bulldog. Chidi is quickly introduced as a man who loves his tipple, perhaps out of boredom. He is a smoker who perpetually wants to quit. He borders on obnoxious, for instance when he spits phlegm on the ground. On the surface he comes out as rough and tough, a guy you SHOULD not like, but his soft s...

Chapter one I am walking away, from troubles in my life I am walking away, oh to find a better place -           Craig David That the office was shabby, that the occupant appeared unapologetic about its state should not have surprised her, but when she walked in and took in the room, it surprised her so much, her eyes dilated and her throat contracted, causing her to quack like a distressed baby duck when she tried to swallow saliva. She forcefully downed the saliva, thankful that the man was too preoccupied with the phone to notice her discomfort. Had he been looking at her, he would have been forgiven for mistaking her for someone about to die of asphyxiation.     Before she entered, she had knocked the door two times. An impatient and frustrated sounding voice had commanded her in. She had gone in, but immediately attempted to go back, thinking perhaps the come in had not been meant for her. He was sea...