And Back Again
…the ever present threat that brought me is not over.
I beg to excuse myself, to the bathroom, to check my phone.
Category: Kenyan Mind
All things we love and hate about our country.
Nairobi Poetry Cafe, Alliance Francaise feature
…some of my most intimate pieces.
Poetry Africa 2014, Raya Wambui feature.
Six months pregnant and on fire.
A Comfy Spot To Sleep In.
When I get off the bike a conclave of touts pounce around me. I hold my stance, they posture but don’t push or pull me. The odd thing, though not unusual, is that there are only two cars there, one bus or jav and one minivan; matatu.
Wewe Ni? Watch and Read
We too, dear Kenya, we children of different nose shape, hair texture and skin hue,
we are your children too.
Resist
Buy based on principles, thereby effecting influence, where it is most likely to cause attention.
Baba
…she still remembers how handsome you were.
She remembers you with a full smile, and she gave us all her strong teeth.
Whats happening with Meena?
It would be irresponsible to interfere with an ongoing court case, so I wouldn’t want to do that.
Proud Roots
Sometimes, when I dream,
I wake up as nothing short of
A Proud African Woman.
But, I’ve always been short.
And I can’t paint my skin…
Night Terrors
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.