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 …
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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 …
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 …
Read part two here. Confused but grateful nonetheless, I hurried home to take a much-needed bath to wash away the last few hours of my life. I was on the edge of a breakdown, but I …
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 …
Tout le monde ne se soucie pas des apéritifs. C’est quelque chose d’arrogant que font les gens, selon l’oncle de quelqu’un, Desmond. Quand vous avez faim, vous pouvez aller manger. Les amuse-gueules et les digestifs ne …
Read the first part here. The murmurs from the crowd and the surprise on the faces of the Council, as Joe Thompson staggered to the centre of the square told me all I needed to know. …
I gasped as I was unceremoniously pushed onto my knees in the centre of the town square by one of the men who had arrested me from home at the crack of dawn. I faced the …