Bachelorhood
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Phyllis

When I first met Phyllis, she belonged to my elder brother. I had seen Nimrod with others before, so I knew this one was never…

Poetry
JKIA, Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, Addis Ababa
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Addis

So when I came back, everyone decided I was foreign – and not just because my accent was thick and faltering over the sir that…

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Cooked Meat

Yet she could not remember her own name. She tried recalling all the female names she knew, certain she would recognise hers once she heard it. Fatuma. Naima. Khadija. Hawa. Malyun. Zainab. Ambiya. Batula. Rukiya. Ifrah. Quresha… None sounded like the name she would know to be hers.

Kasuva
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The photographer and a festival: a pictory

If I tell you I do not think the next Safaricom Jazz Festival will be amazing, I will be lying. Because this last one taught me to hold my reservation off, and just show up to enjoy the music.