For every person in the world who loves to write, there is another who does not understand the passion behind the action. They’ll watch a writer at their craft, and wonder what it is that compels them to write, when they themselves don’t feel the draw. True writers do so because they love to write. […]
No Images By William Waring Cuney She does not know her beauty, she thinks her brown body has no glory. If she could dance naked under palm trees and see her image in the river, she would know. But there are no palm trees on the street, and dish water gives back no images.
Written By Wanjiku Mwaurah She walked in breathing laboriously, holding a piece of soiled clothe to her body. She grunted as she struggled off her clothes plastered to her skin by sweat and blood. She was crying. I turned over to switch on the lights next to the bed, the little clock on the bedside […]
Written by Claudette Oduor_oh so Soul_Fool The eyes in the mirror do not belong to an old woman like me. They belong to a slip of a girl. This slip of a girl doesn’t drag her slow foot on the tarmac like me. The tarmac doesn’t grate the skin of her feet, leaving the flakes […]
Written by Jacque Ndinda I live somewhere deep within the skin of my skin. Surrounded by sturdy walls that edge closer and closer every minute trying to crush me. I am a prisoner imprisoned by prisoners. All the time I have stood in front of this mirror, I have gazed for hours trying to discover […]
Written by Edwin Baru Baru: Dude, did you just fart? Edwin: What? Baru: Oh, never mind, it’s this guy seated next to me. What is wrong with men and their aversion to deodorant? Anyway, Is how? Edwin: What do you mean ‘is how’? (Mockingly) Baru: You know what I mean. So what’s up? Edwin: Nothing… […]