When darkness approaches, it seldom makes a sound. It just creeps silently towards you like a cloud of smoke. Suddenly, you can neither breathe nor see.
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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.
[To read from part 1, click here] For someone to pull of that kind of heist within – what, ten…
The heart my mother gave does not allow me to forgive easily. It is the kind of tragic flaw that…
continues from part 2 THE END BEGINS HERE. The beating of March 2010 was a special one because of three…
Continues from part 1 GEORGE We got married so that my father would shut up. I could not understand what…
Ours did not begin the way some of the best love stories usually begin. It begins on my parents’ wedding night, on the back seats of a Toyota 100.
Picture this. A man on a black mamba that is no longer black. He rides around it in the neighbourhood,…
I come from a place where men are men and women like it that way. I don’t actually know what…
Here is a bit of truth. There is no meaningful and significant change that has ever come about without resistance.
While parents from other continents take their children to school, we Africans are sent to school. That etymology has never…
At first, I figured that perhaps it could be that the Canon 7D had finally began to fall apart. Which…