“as long as there is food and water, the land is the same.”
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 →
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 →
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 →