Teresa
Teresa, according to the all-knowing internet, is 'generally believed to have been derived from the Greek word therizein, meaning to reap, or gather in, and thus takes the...
The boy from Nkando
The bell rings but as per usual, our teacher keeps teaching Nanyuki High School is not like those schools you see in the movies where the bell rings and students run out of class,...
#UnusualUnits: MonyqueXO [part 2]
[To read from part 1, click here] For someone to pull of that kind of heist within - what, ten minutes - he must have been a seasoned thug He must have been someone who...
#UnusualUnits: MonyqueXO [part 1]
The heart my mother gave does not allow me to forgive easily It is the kind of tragic flaw that allocates a specific amount of tears per human being, and when you pass your quota...
#UnusualUnits: Queen Gathoni [part 3]
continues from part 2 THE END BEGINS HERE The beating of March 2010 was a special one because of three main reasons; it was the last one, the worst one and the one that...
#UnusualUnits: Queen Gathoni [part 2]
Continues from part 1 GEORGE We got married so that my father would shut up I could not understand what his problem was exactly, because everyone else was fine with George and...
#UnusualUnits: Queen Gathoni [part 1]
CITY COTTON I am one of those people who refuse to die I do not know why, but I know it’s not for lack of death trying to snatch me away I should have died in Bottomline First...
Entangled
I sat there on the seat of that barbershop, and looked at my hair through the mirror, taking one last glance, as if to permanently brand the image to my memory, perhaps so I could...
You’re an alien in your body
Sometimes I wear the color of my mind in clothes When people see me and ask why are you dressed like that, are you mourning someone I answer usually with a nod or a shake of my...
Remembering Naomi
I will want to cry at the dusty gates of Kiambu District Hospital, but I won’t I can’t Not with my grandmother looking at my brother and I straight in the eyes, her eyes...
This is how it ends; Aleya Kassam
This is how it ends Me wanting to peel back his eyelids, crawl into his eyes, wriggle through the membrane and swim my way through his pupils to get at her Have you ever...
Zukiswa Wanner: The Nomad Who Writes
If you are on the Kenyan or African literary scene, then you have most likely heard of the name Zukiswa Wanner That name comes up when you look at the Writivism Board of Trustees...
