The final exams were over and nobody was staying behind. I found it so incredible how some people were in…
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Sometimes pictures lie. I am not an activist. Never even considered myself one. But I get angry, fast and hot.…
Writers are like gifts. They come in different shapes, sizes, forms, and even more diverse styles. We have heard of them,…
I apologize that I am such a disappointment, mum. But to be fair, it’s not entirely my fault.
In the acknowledgements for her debut novel, Dust, Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor, concludes by saying: “Finally, thank you Kenya – my…
Since we arrived at Tafaria, I had not seen him crack a smile. And for a while I whispered to…
‘Absolutely not!’ Those were the first words I said to him. I met him in a bookstore. I always knew…
It isn’t exactly darkness. It is a shade between night and green as the dull silvery light of the moon…
I felt it, but I couldn’t put it into words. My relationship with Olumide was not going well. Today, those…
When this Americanah book first came out to glowing reviews and recommendations all over, I did not read it. I…
Changing the rat’s bait was Dei’s idea. Mine was just a supporting role. Or so he thought. It wasn’t even…
The blackness in the room was thick, heavy; it sat across your face and killed you, black as behind a…