Sometimes I find myself reading stories from books, blogs, social media posts, newspapers, poems (not as much) etc and feeling jealous of the people who wrote…
Originally published in the Sunday Nation on 14th June 2015 Most of us spend a lot of our time on the internet, all thanks to…
Mosquito larvae shared gutter space with floating cadavers. Chopped hairy thighs. Grass had grown wild and roads were trashed. Overturned dustbins — mushrooms on the…
[Author’s Note: Originally published in Kwani?06. But that version has several grammatical errors and typos. None of which were of my doing. This is the…
Writers are like gifts. They come in different shapes, sizes, forms, and even more diverse styles. We have heard of them, read their names somewhere in…
Money cannot buy you happiness. But it will build you a castle in the middle of the wilderness, which should make you happy. Especially if…
In the acknowledgements for her debut novel, Dust, Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor, concludes by saying: “Finally, thank you Kenya – my canvas, haunting, rage, passion, song,…
Since we arrived at Tafaria, I had not seen him crack a smile. And for a while I whispered to Bev that Billy Kahora is…