The street is littered with empty water bottles, styrofoam cups, nylon bags, squeezed serviettes stained with oil, glass pieces, food particles, cigarette stubs, drink caps,..
I’d gladly pick fetching water with a spoon over doing laundry any day. But it’s 6:01 AM and I’m already padding around my..
If one prods the origins of most great works of art, one will find they were created to exorcise or archive a memory. Okigbo does..
I’m on a flight to Sydney, Australia. The attendant asks if I want tea or wine. I tell her tea is fine. The passenger beside..
One gentle February campaign night in 1999, when the long overdue harmattan still ravaged through the city and all the wells were famished and the..
We were five women sharing a rented room in Nairobi. Five women with different nationalities and religions sharing two beds, one public bath and many..
Alheri is standing on a ledge on the seventh floor of a seven-storey hotel she helped design. It was her who sat at a drawing..
By the time you read this letter, I would be long gone. You probably have most likely noticed my deserted room by the time you..
I love it when she smiles like this. She looks like an angel with the way her head is thrown back in wild abandon. Am..
PROLOGUE Descending the stairs was a man filled with life and love and perhaps something more. Halfway down, he smiled at himself and to everything..
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