In The Name Of The Father.
By Clifford Oluoch
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER: “All those who resolve to live up to their Christian principles will meet with opposition and persecution. But our life on earth is only ‘a little while’ and our ‘grief will be changed to joy’.”
Fr. Joseph snapped the fully packed black suitcase. [...]
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 [...]
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 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 [...]
Beauty Is The Best.
By Clifford Oluoch.
The stage lights blinded Frankie but she did not squint nor for any moment unnecessarily shut her eyes. “Focus on one spot and move your eyes around,” she remembered the etiquette coach telling them just before they hit the cat walk.
There were six girls who had made it to [...]
Vengeance is not mine.
By Clifford Oluoch.
The news that Felix dreaded the most finally reached him. It was a still morning, the skies grey with scattered clouds, an indication of another warm Nairobi day.
“He is dead!” the rough male voice simply told him. “Come and collect his body!”
The room spun, a constellation of stars [...]
