The 2019 article by Kenyan writer Billy Kahora, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Giant of Kenyan Letters, is the germ of this essay. Kahora’s article is an..
Maybe truth, not lies, crashes homes. It is why she can watch and shrug as her hostile neighbour’s six-or-so-year old crouches under her father’s ramshackle..
—— The mind is a bad place to be trapped in. To that there can be no further argument, or question. It is a dark..
a portrait of your smile plays in my head, your eyes sparkling with the light of a thousand suns i close my eyes and you..
Penda Diakité Swiss-Malian Artist Penda Diakité grew up between Mali, West Africa and Portland, Oregon. As a result, she meshes the vibrant colors..
I always felt some deep lingering sadness in my father ever since I became mature enough to understand things in life. Having had to start..
Irrita is a series of art works that explore the range of emotions and feelings that come with being in an unpleasant mental space. It..
Introduce yourself, please. (Her horn-rimmed double lens spectacles try to hide her displeasure, but I am quick to notice it. I slouch on the chair..
After the school’s anthem, the Principal mounted the stage and stood behind the microphone about to address the school regarding an incident they were already..
it begins with herdsmen asking for our farms, fields & our fathers’ graves, green with the milk of meat. this night, I toss my blankets,..
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