I consider myself lucky though, you know? Imagine if things were different. Like it I was a girl, or if I was from a highly religious family, or both. Like Zahra. Imagine if I was a Zahra and got pregnant. Imagine if I was a boy, but had feelings for another boy and we were caught pants down (in every meaning of that phrase). This story would have been completely different, and most likely, more tragic.
Like Kisumu rain, I can hear them coming from far. Starts with a hum, then…
I have been seeing audition calls for Twaweza Live Kisumu Tour on Facebook, that event…
I sat cross-legged on the floor under the dangling naked light bulb; three tests arranged…
continues from part 2 THE END BEGINS HERE. The beating of March 2010 was a…
Continues from part 1 GEORGE We got married so that my father would shut up.…
Everyone else seemed cool with the idea except me. I could not understand it. No.…
The first time I met my father, I was a boy of twelve going thirteen.…
I have always been that kid who only shows promise but is never the best…
