A thick line of blood draws itself up upon the darkly shaded ashy toenail. Anita holds her foot against her chest, not wanting to touch the broken piece of her toenail. She looks at the floor, next to the bed where blood has dripped and dropped, all over the wooden furnished floor of her apartment. … Continue reading Broken Nail
This is the first of our Voices Season. Over the rest of the season, we will hear voices, of people who have felt compelled to speak out, because they know the value that it brings, not only to themselves, but for others. Regina talks about unemployment in Kenya, and what can be done to help … Continue reading Unemployment??
A boy, skinny and weak, walked up to Sire. The sun, as unrelenting as always, showered its heat on the boy, overwhelming each step that the boy made towards him; his legs, seemingly being sucked of their energy at each twist of the leg joints. The boy looked so brittle, and walking looked like he … Continue reading Sticks & Bones
Why do coins, when all they do in your pocket is make noise like clickity-clack!# She gets lucky sometimes. A man walks out of a bus and drops the loose change in her arm. But at other times, she wonders. If something happened. She overhears such stories from people. It is a skill that … Continue reading Mweni’s To do List on Being a typical Kenyan No. 2: Pesa otas nigga!
Don’t follow your dreams because they are paths straight to suffering and despicable poverty. And you will pay lots of cash and take crazy loans (This is to say that you will sign your death warrant) before your song is just aired on radio or your book is even considered for publication. The drops of … Continue reading Mweni’s To do List on Being a typical Kenyan No. 1: Don’t follow your dreams
vi·brate ˈ/vīˌbrāt/ verb move or cause to move continuously and rapidly to and fro. Nobody knows where I am when I am not here. I sometimes go to the backyard of Lily’s place, where the view of the sun is more yellowish. Not so orange and not so white. It is as if the … Continue reading VibeRations
Big, fluffy, fleshy banana leaves gave way for Pato as he pierced through the garden with his bare feet. His shorts were not long enough to keep out the blackjacks from pocking his leg as he galloped up and down the dead broken branches on the earth. He clasped his hand like a ball … Continue reading Myopia