Switching From Mainstream Journalism to Blogging
I now respect bloggers. Please, before expressing your indignation, allow me to explain. From December…
Browsing: People
Getting My Sentences Right
Saraba Magazine collaborated with Storymoja Africa to produce a special issue on literary festivals in Africa, ahead…
Life Is Such A Killjoy When It Happens
I have been avoiding phone calls from people lately. I let the phone ring, not…
Kinyanjui Kombani’s Ode to David Mulwa
I never wanted to go to campus. By the time my letter of admission to…
Not Kenyan Enough for a Passport
I have never been in a plane. I do not know how to spell it…
Going to Kampala
Sometimes I ask Mother Karua to tell me stories of her past. How it was…
#EdwardObiero : If I Beat Cancer Once, I’ll Do It Again
When half the city is dank and submerged in dark brown water, with floating polythene…
Teacher Clifford and the Homeless of Nairobi
In the Westlands suburbs of Nairobi, across the road from rejuvenated Sarit Centre mall is…
To The Next Famous African Female Writer
I attended the last Ake Arts and Book Festival and of course, asides the intellectual…
SCARS: The Legs I Got From Surviving Lymphedema
Magunga’s story about scars reminded me of the book ‘The Fault in Our Stars.’ For…