ONE. The sun is shining brightly. It must have been scorching but l do not feel it. In the car, everything is warm. I look outside and see what happens when shelter starts a fight with you. I look up and see what happens when Harmattan decides that it’s not going to rear its … More The Other Side.
This is how we died. It started on a rough day in December. You were seated on your rocking chair, sipping coffee or Zobo from your mazagran cup. On the TV in front of you, you see a small dirty child sitting in a chair looking as though all the happiness in this life … More This Is How We Died.
Dear Wanjiku, I received your parcels last week. I’m sorry this is coming late. I have been down for a while now and I’m just getting on my feet. I saw the beautiful photos you sent, most especially the Nairobi sunset. It looks more beautiful than when you described it. I’m thinking of coming over … More Waves.
It all started with a dream, a vision, an idea, a man. Mark woke up one day and thought, what if we could have a blue space where people get to interact and where we can connect people with like minds together? Mark had that dream and he never woke up from it. And so, … More WRR Literary Festival: Feast of Words 2016