Written by @amsysecrets Mira POV The first time I saw the balcony, I knew I wanted Lee to fuck me on it. I could see it so clearly in my mind – everything she’d do to me on her knees, with her fingers, the experience heightened knowing someone might be watching us, loving it, wanting to be a part of it. So, when she asked me to spend the night with her at the apartment, I could hardly contain my …
Written By Highest Kite from the ‘Rebel’ collection A month ago, my mother had a hernia repair surgeryThe doctor said no to solid foods: no meats, no wheat, nor chunks of fruit; not even porridge … My …
Written by Highest Kite from the ‘Rebel’ collection her capital is your skin her borders, your dreams her language is hope her anthem is vote her currency, your life her army, your kin her motif’s been …
Written by Highest Kite I. I’m Addicted to Sadness When I left for the university library this morning, my text to you said it was to think and write. But really, it was to sink, give …
Written by Ayanda M. Listen, have you heard of the notion that the body keeps score? We’ve long understood that our bodies reflect all of the happenings in our emotional realm, and that the emotional realm …
Written by Highest Kite from the ‘Rebel’ collection Dreamer for fool Affordable for cheap Agreeable for comely Rude for manly Youth for fleeting Experienced for employed Government for murderers Patience for slow death Kind-hearted for gullible …
Written by Emme Kimani The village elders had gathered under the sacred fig tree at the foot of Mount Kenya. Their faces etched with fear and contorted by the flames surrounding them. Father Cristas, a young …
Written by Highest Kite In 2014, our English Teacher – who doubled as a life coach – asked what we were grateful for. Many more of us gave generic answers like good health, the gift of …
Written by Highest Kite from the series ‘Rebel’Read by Natasha W. Muhanji why is everything war? a walk outsidea lie in bed thoughts of days aheada sudden mention of my name do I know who I am/’ve become? I …
Written by Highest Kite On the first Sunday of the year, a man touched you wrong. Eight months later, you still see him washing cars, clearing grass, gravel and dirt, but more often, tending to the …
Written by Nyambura My friend fervently writes to me on 20th August: “OMG babe! I have just met the most interesting man at the Sunset Bar.” She is enjoying her vacation in Zanzibar. In response, I …
