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 …
Category: Creative Non Fiction
Read Part 1 here. Years before, the dense foliage rustled as Wami hesitated before the gnarled wooden door, her heart pounding with an erratic rhythm. A tapestry of greenery enshrouded the modest hut, making it seem …
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 …
When I got home it was almost dark and the moon was finally taking over from the sun. We lived in a new settlement, so many of the makeshift homes, like ours, were wooden kiosks owned …
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 …
When Frank returned from work that evening, he kissed Uche on the cheek. He tucked his socks into his shoes, waving off as he always did Uche’s offer to do it for him. Ifunaya descended the …
Uche wanted to tear out her own ears. “What did you say?” She asked her daughter, Ifunaya. “Say it again, I did not hear you well.” “I said that. . .Uncle Frank entered my room last …
Written by Highest Kite I love how we hug hello: my arms and legs wrapped around your torso, your nose digging into my neck saying, “You smell nice babe.” I’m only here for a quickie. In …
Written by Highest Kite I believe my eyes are the best of my features, but my face cannot be part of my first erotic images and neither can my mane of pubis hair. Around 6 PM, …