Poetic Justice!

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 →

Man Enough!

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 →

Bed of Lies 3!

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 →

Bed of Lies

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 →

Mask Off 3: Everbody Wins!

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 →

Stay in Your Lane

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 →

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