Hello there. I am
Edgar Agayi
I like computers more than is probably healthy, law more than people expect, and writing whenever my brain refuses to let an idea go. This is the longer version.
I am a person who loves computers — especially software, where most problems can be fixed by staring at them long enough and occasionally restarting something. I also do law and government, which is less easy to restart. I listen to pop, hip-hop, EDM and R&B; Kendrick Lamar, Billie Eilish, The Neighbourhood and Twenty One Pilots are usually somewhere nearby. And when inspiration arrives, normally at an inconvenient hour, I write.
Anyway. Let me try to explain how all of that became one person.
First movement History, and how it made me a lawyer
I am Kenyan by birth, and history got hold of me early. While other children were doing sensible things, I was reading about Alexander crossing into Asia, Julius Caesar making one extremely consequential river crossing, Augustus, Cyrus the Great, Charles V, James I, the Tudors, Napoleon, and both world wars. Apparently I liked knowing exactly how everything went wrong.
Believe me, the full list is very, very long. We would both need snacks. But aaah.
Somewhere between the emperors, constitutions and spectacularly bad decisions, law began to make sense as a career. So I pursued a Bachelor of Laws. Government is the part I enjoy most, which surprises people until I start talking about it and then they probably regret asking. Having one foot in law and the other in technology is useful: Kenya is writing technology law faster than most people can read it. Sometimes I translate it into ordinary language for the rest of us who still have to live under it.
Second movement Computers, and the concept of the cloud
Technology was the other early obsession. I was eight when curiosity became the kind of thing that makes you click every button just to learn which one breaks everything. Software fascinated me. The cloud fascinated me even more: a machine can exist because you asked politely in a terminal, do some work, and disappear when you are finished. Very dramatic. Very efficient.
These days I work as a cloud engineer across AWS and DevOps, build software, and develop with MediaWiki — the machinery behind Wikipedia, and one of the few enormous things the internet still builds with the doors open. My usual stack is Python, Golang, PHP, Node.js, JavaScript, AWS, Linux and Bash.
I love the command line, and I hope every day it loves me too.
Third movement Music
I do not really listen to music in the background. I listen to it as if there will be an examination afterwards. Hans Zimmer and Ludovico Einaudi are what I write to. No lyrics when I am trying to find my own words; my brain is easily persuaded to use somebody else's.
The rest of the time it is pop, EDM, hip-hop, R&B and band music — Kendrick Lamar, Billie Eilish, The Neighbourhood, Twenty One Pilots. Those are examples, not borders. If it sounds good, I am not going to ask it for identification.
I have also released three songs of my own. That sentence still feels strange, but the songs exist on the internet now, so there is no taking it back.
Fourth movement Writing
Fiction lets me tell the truth while pretending I made it up. I do not really believe in love, although I keep writing about it with suspicious commitment. Yes, that is a contradiction. I have decided to keep it. Maybe one day the books will convince me.
I write poetry and prose. Eleven books now, which seems excessive when written as a number. Most circle the same difficult territory from different directions: loving someone more than they love you, the silence afterwards, and the slow, unglamorous business of becoming yourself again.
Here they are, newest first, because apparently the heartbreak needed a bibliography.
Eleven books, 2023 to 2026
Books, in the order they arrived.
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Amor Fati: Love Your Fatepoetry, 150 reflections
Love beyond just romance — parents and their quiet sacrifices, friends who disappear without a goodbye, ambition, disappointment, being lonely in a room full of people.
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Alchemy of Chaosshort story
Neil is calm, Ann is restless. They meet without meaning to and get close without ever naming it. About finding out that caring for someone doesn't mean you get chosen.
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Pain That Healedpoetry & prose, four chapters
“Sometimes healing doesn't look like light. It looks like surviving the night and still choosing to wake up.” Heartbreak, anxiety, depression, and realising that healing isn't forgetting — it's remembering differently.
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Love Was Just a Word I Believed Inpoems & short stories
The small things that stay after people leave. A coffee cup on a shelf, a jacket by the door, a playlist you can't press play on any more.
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Did I Deserve This?poetry & prose, five chapters
Four chapters from his side and one from hers, where she explains herself. “This is not perfect poetry. These are thoughts from a heart that was hurt but kept beating.”
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I Deserved a Better Goodbyepoetry, five chapters
“You didn't say goodbye — but I did. And that's what set me free.” Falling too hard, staying too long, and finally choosing yourself. Not a revenge story; a coming-back one.
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The Words We Never Learned to Sayshort story
Some love stories don't end in fire, they end in silence. Two people who were never quite together and never quite apart, saying everything with looks because pride got to the sentence first.
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Clockmaker's Daughtershort story
A watchmaker finds a message hidden inside an old pocket watch, and follows it to a love story her grandmother lost during the war.
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Crimson Reveries: The Art of Letting Goshort story, 48 pages
Eli has waited years for a woman whose heart was somewhere else. When Lena's life falls apart he has to accept that you can't hold love by waiting for it, and some ghosts aren't meant to be chased.
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Ballads of the Hummingbirdpoetry chapbook, 12 poems
Twelve poems about love and loving someone who doesn't love you back, plus one about anxiety. Carried like something small and stubborn that refuses to stop flying.
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210 Days: A Tapestry of Timeshort story, the first one
Scott is anxious and clever and doesn't fit anywhere; Anastasia sees him anyway. First love, first loss, and 210 days that turn out not to be enough.
They are on Apple Books, Goodreads, Kobo, Barnes & Noble and Everand.
Well, those are some things about me. I am still working out the rest, which is inconvenient when you own the domain with your name on it. Thank you for staying this long. I genuinely mean that.
Cheers.