Angel Without Wings

By Felly Oyuga It was the worst time of my life.  My marriage was falling apart.  I had to remind myself to breath, eat and even shower.  I barely combed my hair.  He always smiled at me though.  Sometimes I tried to smile back.  Other times, I’d pretend not to see him. I cannot remember how I […]

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Spreading Love And Flowers To My Sisters

It is 2:00 am and I am wide awake. I put on my unkempt hair in a messy bun, switch on the lamp, take my writing book, and start scribbling. I can hear the grandfather’s clock ticking and I know that I am the only awake nocturnal being in a household full of sleepy heads. I started writing […]

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A letter to Baba Opembe

  • by Teakisi
  • Sep 13, 2017
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Dear Baba Opembe, I have wanted for so long to write to you a letter. To tell you how my new home is not home without you. But is home anything so physical? I think home is where you are. When you are with me, I feel at home and I am more true to […]

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I Love You

I love you. I love you because you are me. I love you because there will never be another you and you are amazing as you are. I love you, each part of you. As you find yourself outside the bra, I think you are fine, really fine. Just learn to stick a little bit […]

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I’m Starting An Initiative For Men…

By Mahbuba Matovu If you don’t already know, you have to read my content with an open mind and an elevated sense of humor; otherwise, you might write my poor mother a letter questioning how she raised me. The woman did a fine job, blame the internet and DSTV. Okay, so, I want to start […]

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For Better, For Worse Part 3

Part 1, Part 2 It was exactly 7:00 pm and Zirwa laid still on the bedroom floor of her apartment. Mariam had insisted she stay with her, but her sister’s constant worrying was driving her crazy. All Mariam wanted to do was talk. Talk about her taking the pregnancy test, talk about separating from Dapo, […]

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For Better, For Worse Part 2

Part 1 Zirwa felt fear engulf her. “Dapo… I thought I should… I thought it would be best…” Mariam couldn’t believe his boldness. “No!” she shouted, “How dear you?! You do this to my sister and have the nerve to confidently come to my house?” Zirwa tightened the grip on her sister’s arm. “Mr. Alfred! […]

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For Better, For Worse

Mariam sat in silence opposite her crying sister, watching the tears run down her cheeks. She no longer recognised her own flesh and blood. She wondered how long she had been keeping her predicament from the family, but found little solace in the fact that she had finally come to her for help. “Zirwa… you […]

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Cocoa Butter: A Poem

By Elma Asio Say those worse words that I want to hear. String them along intricately like beads and gems on a necklace that I will happily adorn. Say them to me slowly. Slow enough for them to wash over my heart and kiss it. I want to hear those words glide over my skin […]

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