Written by Sheila Kal From the poetic series: Adding Colour to Water Soon, it’ll be three years since I buried my hair below the Mwarubaini you planted. I wouldn’t call it a ritual, Uncle; I only noticed the absence and the call neither of us could take. The man I want to love says I walk with grief in my eyes; a sadness so unique he would have no difficulty finding me in the dark. Sometimes, I want to ask …
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Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series You know what’s funny but dangerously not funny? How none of my friends nor I want childrenTwo of us have had abortionsone of us more than once Don’t ask me how, …
We are flowers sprouting in a desert of homophobia. Our petals are bright, and our leaves have uncoiled, despite the cold. It is Nairobi in June. Everywhere you walk, we exist; some of us visible, others …
Beneath my midnight’s sultry shroud,Two figures meld, where whispers and gasps are loud.Lips collide in sticky and sinful delight,A clandestine waltz to a pulsatin’ plight. Fingers map out constellations on dark skin divine,Traversing realms of ecstasy …
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 Precious I am stuck in the world of what ifs Like trapped in a room with a jammed door I drown in the rivers of the remenisce of our reverie, Memories of us hurt …
/things i didn’t tell my mother that there was a boy in my neighbourhood and that i liked him and that i went to church most evenings because of him and he and some other boys …
I like your small frame. I like your pert behind, The way your shape draws against the paint. You’re beauty’s kind. Maybe we can die in the nude. Dine and wind on a tune, sing a …
we moved like we were dancing. hands on hips, hands on cheeks, hands on breasts a fistful of ass. we moved like the joining of our thighs played the sweetest music soft, sensual, lusty. each …
Come here, sit down, let’s talk I see your skin tightening at the length of my breath Like I’m the origin of the youthful beauty that illuminates your personality Your pores opening to be filled with …
For reasons, reason knows nothing of I have taken a strong liking to you. I swoon over you with reckless abandon. Hypnotic thoughts of you are a torment. Your friends, your family, Your hobbies, your sexual …