Kujikuna.

I itch to write something. Something enthralling and totally new. Classic and futuristic. Something with long sentences that have readers holding their breath. I want to spin something so brilliant and elaborate yet simple and sobering. I keep doubting myself: do I have enough color in my fingertips to paint this whole portrait? And fill…

Jeket yangu.

Ok. I used to be able to run without thoughts in my head. Fly without realising how short and labored my breaths became. With every extended leap; my body said thank you. To God. Today, my head banged with thoughts about myself. My insecurities, my clunky jog. I ran faster for the people on the…

NyarCambridge

Esther. I read the stories about the brave young Queen who defied a custom she had married into for a people she had married out of. I could almost smell the oils and perfumes they clothed her with. Her jewels sparkled around her head. Her mane sometimes pinned up; sometimes let down or in braids….

Group Work

If you asked the kids in my middle school class if they had bullied me they would firmly say “No”. Appalled at the question or the mere idea that at some point of their lives, someone construed their actions and responses so malicious and hurtful to the point of  labelling it harassment. When I was…

Asanteni.

I’ve got a collection of voicenotes. Some from my Mom: her calm voice soothingly leaving love messages. She uses her formal tone and I can tell she’s sat up straight when sending them; she is yet to relax around new technology. Some from my best friends. Extensions of my soul. Filled with laughter and every…

Kutembea Naye.

I guess we’re all in our own bubbles. People get close enough to be part of them sometimes. Some people introduce us to stuff that changes what our bubbles contain: new music, different emotions, some type of art that resonates with us. Some people grow so close that our bubbles merge and sometimes for our…

Matope

The rain had ruined her day’s plans. She’s scheduled a binge-watch of a season of her favorite telenovela in bed, only getting up to refill snacks every two or so hours. This was just what she needed: the long holidays had finally come around and she had sped out of the city the very day…

Jonathans.

My laughter. That’s one of my favorite ways of expressing myself. It’s not the same laugh for every situation or joke. It can be sarcastic, cheeky, joyful, surprised. It’s laughter. She makes me laugh. A lot. She and I do life together and we are often in laughter tears. We’re a four hour train; a…

Naanyu’s babies.

My Mom does this “fun” thing where, after everyone has served food and there’s some left in the pot; she goes round spooning it into everyone’s plate. We all know she is going to do it but we never fail to protest. It’s like a dinnertime tradition. Amongst other odd traditions is my younger sister’s…

Same brown eyes.

That moment of pure joy when You see a friend succeeding; winning at something they have been so passionate about. And even if you’ve not been in contact or hung out for years and you don’t know who they have become since you spent weekends Skyping and afternoons learning chords. And even when your heart…

Is this thing on?

The world is going to muck. There are less and less good things and the good people are getting consumed by society’s falsehoods. There is no barren wasteland out there. We ourselves are laying waste to the earth. More death. More sin. More heartbreak and in the midst of all of this is a generation…

Waist-trainers.

They always marvelled at how small I was. How skinny. How slim my waist. How sharp my cheekbones. How pretty my eyes were. These were the conversation starters when people walked up to my parents. How tall and beautiful your daughter is. So lovely. So elegant. Giraffe neck. Shy eyes and a heart made for service. When…