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 day. Enjoy your evening. 19:58 PM B: Heh. I’m at Westlands. Come on! Blue ticks. So, I call you. You can be such a baby sometimes. You leave me this high strung because you know what I want, and I also know what you …
Category: Creative Non Fiction
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. …
Written by: Nyambura I have this memory of us. I am seated along the beach in Shela Island, Lamu, resting my face on my knees, my hands wrapped around my legs, and my toes pressing the …
He gently squeezed my breasts to alert me he was up. I felt him at first touch. I had laid next to him the whole night listening to him softly breathe, out of envy and anxiety. …
So you know how you’re told never to mix business with pleasure? Especially when the business/deal at hand could make or break your job? I was a firm believer of it until he – let’s call …
Maleek stared at the soft curves of her neck and the grace with which she moved as she walked into the cabin. Despite the pain of her past which laced her eyes every so often, all …