A very bright light hit directly in my eyes, for a second I thought I would be blind. I got on my knees and used both my hands to cover my eyes. My heart started pounding, my mind darting trying to figure out what was going on. I started shouting but I was so terrified... Continue Reading →
"I don't wanna be hopeless, a pretty girl with no focus. A single mom with like four kids. Never had much, never owned shit. And no school and no diplomas."
"Shule ya rap niligraduate from a sunguch to a GOAT"
“People do anything to be involved in everything, Inclusion is a hell of a drug”.
Surprisingly, my education didn’t wash away my Islam (add sarcasm), neither did my husband’s race. If only we could look past the race, religion and outward appearance of the person.
My first experience was so painful but I thank God he was gentle and he would stop whenever I made an uncomfortable sound. He was a white almost 50 year old man, his energy was that of a 20 year old but his wrinkles sold him out. Zuhura prepared me psychologically but it didn’t make... Continue Reading →
It was a glorious adventure and it sent chills down my spine.
I didn’t mean to hurt him or “take his life” as he explained in his letter or a suicide note like the police called it.
I can't see myself putting my heart out there again; I don't think it can survive another inferno.
On that day, I lost everything that I thought I wanted, but in return, I got everything that I know for sure that I need and that is my family. I’m happy here and I can’t have it any other way.
This has been sitting on my mind way too long and I just can’t take it anymore. On 19th June an independently organized TEDx event posted, and then removed, a talk from the TEDx YouTube channel that the event organizer had titled: “Why our perception of paedophilia has to change.” I don’t know about you... Continue Reading →
If that feeling didn’t explode my heart, nothing ever will. I lowered my gaze, copped and stayed out of trouble like I was instructed by my parents.
After snoozing the alarm for the third time, I was convinced that I’m fully awake. But then I decided to rest my eyes for a second before getting out of my new king size bed. “Who would even leave this comfortable bed to go and slave from 8-5?” I scoffed. “Shit” my heart started racing... Continue Reading →
He said: I was molested and talked about it; does that make me less of a man? I don’t put my hands on women; does that make me less of a man? I prefer talking and not fighting; does that make me less of a man? I cry every now and then; does that make... Continue Reading →
Halima went straight to Hassan’s bedroom and banged the door with fury. The rage suddenly departed when his wife opened the door instead of him. Halima went from a lion to a rat in a second, trying her best to hide her watery eyes. “Can I help you?” Samira asked, for the first time in... Continue Reading →
‘You think I’m playing? You either do as I say or pack your stuff right now and leave.” Hassan whispered. Those words struck her nerve, besides Asha; she didn’t know anybody else outside Mzee’s family. Who will she turn to? Her heart was racing and her mind couldn’t keep up with all the thoughts she... Continue Reading →
In his bed, Mzee knew that his time has come. He ordered his children to take him back home because ‘the smell of the medicine in the hospital made him sicker.’ His older son, Hassan, was against it but Mzee’s mind was made up and there was nothing he could do about it. At home... Continue Reading →
How much pain can people take before their hearts actually explode?
“Feminism” according to Wikipedia is “a range of political movements, ideologies, and social movements that share a common goal: to define, establish, and achieve political, economic, personal, and social equality of sexes.” In layman’s language, it is a “the belief that women and men should have equal rights and opportunities”. Or according to Chimamanda Ngozi,... Continue Reading →
I missed all the signs; I really want to brush away the thought that I probably ignored all the signs. It makes me feel guilty and horrible. I lost the only person that gave me hope. The only person I was doing it all for and when we were almost there he decided to leave.... Continue Reading →
Vipi sista that’s how he greets me every evening he passed by our place. Hamza is my husband’s youngest brother, I'm not sure if he came every day to see his brother or my son, Aziz. He made it his business to walk my son every evening after school and buy him snacks. Like I... Continue Reading →
I could feel the rage from his breathing; I guess it was too much to take in so he turned around. I must admit that the feeling was amazing. I felt like a winner after a difficult race. Or maybe I was celebrating so soon. He turned and laughed out hysterically which made me think... Continue Reading →
Living in Nairobi has been adventurous; I like it here don’t get me wrong. I especially find it so funny watching people running up and down every single day in the name of ‘hustle’. What baffles me though is the questions, expectations and perception Nairobians have on Coastarians. For those who don’t know, Nairobi is... Continue Reading →
I tried so hard to look shocked or surprised by his statement but I was so excited to pretend. I burst out laughing so hard that it scared him. Okay here is the thing; I’ve known all along that he is a ‘back door shawty’. Ever since I met him, the first day I saw... Continue Reading →
Candle lit dinner, wine and bubble bath sprinkled with red petals. This has been going on for the last 2 weeks. Am trying so hard not scream out loud & hide the grossed out look on my face. I love her, I’ve always loved her. Nothing has changed; I just wish she could see that... Continue Reading →
It's hard enough being broken and trying to bring back the pieces together. You didn't see it coming, you were not prepared. Honestly, nobody is, even when we lie to ourselves that we knew it would happen the pain is still the same. Whenever we give love we always expect it to be reciprocated. And... Continue Reading →
The worst thing you can do to yourself on this earth is comparing yourself to somebody else. You’ll be considered insecure and simply pathetic if you ask me. The flaws and imperfections are what make you unique, special and different from everybody else. We all want to be as beautiful as Beyonce or as successful... Continue Reading →
According to the Urban Dictionary, slay queens are ‘young and naive girls who apparently do not date broke men’. I care less about naivety, what takes my attention is ‘do not date broke men’. The harsh judgment this aspect attracts from the society baffles me, I beg to question. Is it a sin to be... Continue Reading →
‘Two times three’, she said as she handed her the medicine without a glance. She pulled herself up from the bed and zipped her dress, with tears coming from one eye. She looked up and their eyes met, with sympathy. Zawadi held her hand. As much as she hated the recurring incidents, she couldn't help... Continue Reading →
Nairobians or ‘watu wa Nairobi’ as people back in the village call them, that statement has some kind of imaginary powers. Flashing their broken, big screen, infinix phones to intimidate what they refer to as ‘Watu wa ushago’. Drinking straight from the water bottle because they are too good for the river-drawn village water, getting... Continue Reading →
You are selfish, you think you are better than others; you don’t help other people to reach where you are, but the real question (that people like to ignore or just too ignorant) is ‘who helped you?’ You didn’t just wake up to where you are right now; you paid your dues and struggled for... Continue Reading →
You wake up every morning feeling thirsty, you are thirsty for success, for more money, for a good job. You feel like you are running out of time, nothing is working out for you. Looking around your small cheap room depresses you even more. You lie back down on your bed and start asking yourself... Continue Reading →
As many would be impressed by the trinkets of this world, money, cars, clothes and fame. There is a special type of ladies that don't really care about all that, or maybe they are too busy to notice them. Am talking about the single mothers. Now since we are on the topic of single mothers... Continue Reading →
