Dear hometown, I’m sorry. I denied you for food last week. Last week Saturday will remain unforgettable in my head. While I was in junior secondary school, we were always asked in exams to write about the days we could never forget. The questions always came in funny ways. Question 1: Write essay on … More Pounded Yam!
Toluwalope, I. As a child, I always dreamed of my future husband. I think it would be fair if I told you that I suffered from sleeplessness when I was small. I found it hard to sleep during the night and so as to make myself dizzy, I had to think of something sweet or … More White.
Each time you go to visit your brother in the asylum, you want to tell him the truth. Or rather, the truth wants to get out of you. You try to remain strong and conceal the truth under blankets of sympathy. Sometimes you succeed. Most times you know you are about to fuck up so … More The Truth You Know.
Silence. 1. Silence was what you said when the walls of Jericho fell and you watched with pain and heard them tell to everyone on the streets the sacred secrets Of all that happened the day she revealed her secrets her nakedness, her body, herself. 2. Silence was what you said when seduction met … More Silence
The day he died, he had sex. It was his first time. He did not die during the act, no. He was moaning sensually and wishing it would never end. But it did end, and his life with it. It happened on a Sunday. The boy had just woken up in his room at a … More His First Sex.
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
Home is the colour of life, of nature. When you think of nature, you think of green things; green pastures, green leaves and blossoming flowers with pollinators flying around them. When you think of nature, you close your eyes and see the woods, the stars, the sun, the moon, sunrise and sunset. Nature reminds … More A Boy Goes Home.