ometimes 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 them I read lines...

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 the advent of affordable smart phones, power banks...

Mosquito larvae shared gutter space with floating cadavers Chopped hairy thighs Grass had grown wild and roads were trashed Overturned dustbins -- mushrooms on the spiky hides of...

[Author's Note: Originally published in Kwani06 But that version has several grammatical errors and typos None of which were of my doing This is the correct version] The pages...

riters 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 the newspaper, magazines,...

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 you once owned the Steadman Group, and...

In the acknowledgements for her debut novel, Dust, Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor, concludes by saying: “Finally, thank you Kenya – my canvas, haunting, rage, passion, song, impulse,...

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 not human So as we sat in the keep that afternoon, I had...