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At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap in the center, walks out of the small room and…
Mutembei keenly observes Mombasa beneath the inexorable sun, a town clinging on its designated part on the warm palms of Mama Africa, trying- like any…
*Proceeds from Part 1* Father is snoring. Sometimes he growls and whistles through the nose, sometimes he sounds like the train. Mother used to say…
To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard and my mother is the local brewery, but Mrs. Thuku…
She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start, as far back as she could remember, ‘but why is…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under a baobab tree in the homestead, with his aching back…
From time to time, I catch myself. It feels like walking, lost in thought, then suddenly realizing that my feet are moving, that I am several streets away from…