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 …
Category: Creative Non Fiction
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, …
Written By Highest Kite The year is 2020 and my self-worth is at rock bottom, again. I smoke weed to ease the ache but with Covid, everyone is home and I can only smoke either early …
Written by Nyambura Thursday A typical conversation goes like: 19:56 PM Henry: Where are you? 19:57 PM B: Why? 19:57 PM Henry: Why not? 19:58 PM B: Well… 19:58 PM Henry: Hope you had a great …
Written by Nyambura ‘Let everything happen to you. The beauty and the terror; just keep going; no feeling is final.’ Ranier Marie Rilke, JoJo Rabbit. It is 6.30 am, Thursday, in July. The sun is rising …
Boosted by her friends’ encouragement, Abena showed up in front of Senna’s door the next morning at 11 am. Since it was a Saturday, she knew that he would be up and about at the time …
“Can we take this slowly?” Abena pleaded, pushing at Senna’s chest. Senna pulled back, a mixture of hurt and bafflement on his face. “Slowly? Abena, we’ve been dating for a month now, and I have been …
Written by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko “Leviticus 23:27,” the boarding school chaplain at Aburi Holy Mother of Homosexual Correction School calls out. We crack the air with our seven-tailed whips. They make a communal whooshing sound, as though …
Written by Nyambura Nothing is as elusive as time and in days like these, I want it to stop so that I can savour the moment, take a mental picture of this wonderful view of the …
Written by by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko It was our first hangout since the semester began. Having each come to this strange country, to this strange city, for various reasons, everyone was excited to meet their fellow countryman. …