With my eyes closed her image begins to play in my mind. The fluorescent bulb hanging above her head magnify the rainbow curls of her beautiful long black hair. I begin to yearn, wish, hope and long for her.

Of Language and Hearts.

By Joy Wanjiku Barasa

Communication experts will tell you that about 65 – 70 percent of our communication is non verbal and that in instances where there seems to be a clash between the verbal and non verbal, we should always take the non verbal to be the unsaid truth. So for instance, [...]

Split The Eye (3)

By Clifford Oluoch.

The women came back from the river much happier than when they had left in the morning. The singing had resumed, the vocals blending harmoniously with the chirping of the early birds. They went about their normal chores as if nothing had happened. They milked the cows [...]

Split The Eye

By Clifford Oluoch

The anger and agitation in Kolo was clearly rising. She felt that she had the attention of the women, and that she had started something that had to be completed. The sound of the flowing river offered inspiration to Kolo. The waters, meandering round objects and hurdles, always found its [...]

FGM – the aftermath (2).

By Clifford Oluoch

Menjo did not come to school the following day and that sent shivers down the spine of each class member. Menjo had never missed school since std.1, he had never fallen sick.
Word went round the class in the morning about Menjo’s absence and the encounter with Jioni the [...]

THE LOST FEATHER.

By Clifford Oluoch

The flame-red feather twirled against the raging winds, a unique and conspicuous colour dancing wildly and erratically to the furious and uncontrolled raging winds of change.

“Auuuuuuuuuuuuui!” a scream shattered the stillness and tranquillity of the starry African night. From their wooden coops, hens stirred, cows twitched from their round fenced [...]

FGM – the aftermath (1).

By Clifford Oluoch

There was a familiar creak from the old rusty door, which allowed a draught of the cold July wind to slowly waft into the class and send shivers down the class.

Instinctively all the 42 heads in the class rose and shifted their gaze towards the end of the class [...]

This time of year takes me two years back in 2007 when post-election violence broke out in Kenya. Human beings stopped thinking and allowed themselves to be brainwashed by politicians. We thought we were fighting for change, and for what we believed in while in essence, we were fighting for the interests of a few [...]

By Mercy Ojwang’

I have always been of the mindset that all human beings are inherently good. Yes, the tenets of the idealists do hold firm with me, even if only in a utopian world. In Utopia, people love one another for who they are, flaws and all. In Utopia, friendships are made easily, and enmity [...]

By Clifford Oluoch.

The two girls met outside Julie’s compound, the stone fenced Flat B of the recently renovated New Ngara Flats. They were almost the same height; same built, and looked the same age of 11. Julie, the neater and more presentable of the two was riding her old rickety bike and had [...]