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..
Fatima Krantz Fatima Krantz is a 23 years old artist with Kenyan roots but living in Sweden. She grew up in a Kenyan..
Fatima Krantz surely has something to say about that. She is a Digital Illustrator whose journey began when she was born in Mombasa, Kenya. To..
Karl Marx wrote in the Eighteenth Brumaire and in the Scorpion and Felix that memories about the dead hang like a monster on the minds..
Sharpeville Massacre Remember the dead— remember their names and faces. Remember their wives and children, who sacrificed their lives for freedom in the name of..
It is an unholy thing to look a ghost in the face. Today, my grandfather breaks into my dream again, I know it is him..
(Notes from a memorial written on December 25, 2017) It’s our third consecutive Christmas Eve vigil. Yea, Dad feels there is something more “seasony”..
in the manner of oddities, grief collects in strange places, like fingertips— picking wildflowers from the undergrowth to adorn the ephemeral graves of road kill...
Sweat annoyed our bodies but we loved the sun too much to play with the shade Sun Songs This is how we spent our days...
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