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Quitting My Art

There are days when color drains from my life and paint becomes some annoying gooey substance On those days my pencils become blunt, ink comes out in spurts and paper is...

His Name Was Ababmo

He looks normal Happy, even He looks nice in a suit He lookslike a typical Kenyan Like someone I could have gone to school with too Like someone who likes Avengers and laughs at...

The Patriot

It takes the silence of the good for evil to prevail Today I do not post a story for you to read and laugh and then go away holding your ribs It is a post by Boniface Mwangi-...

Now Look What We’ve Done

This is not what my blog is about anymore I do not remember the last time I came here just to vent, or to look for an invisible shoulder/ soapbox to climb on and rant I was at...

Pab Remo

Before Deogratias grew fat, and before I grew a kitambi, we used to play football together My old man was a footballer in his days of yore That was before his kidneys pulled a...

Defying the Games Master

I have been searching my brain for his name, but it just won’t come All I have are vague memories of his face, and receding hairline; my high school’s Games Master I was...

Under the Shadows of Malcolm X

“I’ve never been one of inaction Everything I’ve ever felt strongly about, I’ve done something about” - Malcolm X From the start, I will confess my fanatical obsession...

What If I Am An African Writer?

There is an interesting page in The Autobiography of Malcolm X when he recounts how as a young man he used to conk his hair Conking involved the use of a hair straightener gel...

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