1 It’s dark outside and no one can really hear you cry. You don’t even know you’re crying until…
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(In my previous life, I travelled the world.)
We get to the field and watch the boys a little. Because we like games, we quickly pick up the rules. We start shouting tips from the side of the field. We have favourites. Scola’s brother, of course, and others. After a few weeks, someone gets tired of us stealing the ball and shouting so much and asks us if we want to play, since we know so much about it. We’re in!
He had moved in before I knew it. I had a small bedsitter. He had problems with his landlord. I liked him well enough. It wasn’t rocket science. Once again, I didn’t think it was a big deal for him to move in. I mean, this was Nairobi, right? I knew my mother wouldn’t approve, so I didn’t tell her, because I am a big girl. I send her money, after all, don’t I? That was enough.
You laugh. He laughs. “You know what would be funny though?”
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.
a short story by Judyannet Muchiri.
The faces started to blur after a while. Why remember them? Each one was the same, yet different, yet the…
At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap in the center, walks out…
I Other people die and stay dead. Others leave and never come back. But not Farah, my younger brother, who…
The boat drifted on the endless sea, lugging the twelve remaining passengers. Seven men. Four women. And a child, seemingly…
Nothing makes you think about where else you want to live quite like an election. No one leaves home unless…
