The Walkers [ By Kikete FM ]

The gods had fallen Hell opened doors to her furnace So the heat ran free to earth Scorching the sand lands of north Turkana, to torture our soles And thirst our throats; Still, we walked. The winds rose, and whirled Picked up the dust And blasted our hard worn faces The cacti stared at the [read more…]

If I Saw Her Again [by Kelvin Karomo]

IF I SAW HER AGAIN. Once in a while life will thrust you into the presence of an amazing person that you may or may not end up being attracted to. For me, I did. Like any life experience the beginning is always thrilling and exciting at the same time. This lady felt like a [read more…]

Modern Folklores? [by Wakini Kuria]

It’s the cold season. I am seated with the jiko right in front roasting maize straight from the garden. Two things are happening here. I am warming myself up and keeping the biting cold at bay and enjoying roast maize. The ultimate prize being that l am doing it myself. An experience to behold, very [read more…]

Elementary [by Tanisha Mehta]

Earth Break time in school; wet mud, dry sand, scraped knees. Your first music festival; wet grass, dry wine, the shade of trees. Your father’s funeral; wet eyes, dry flowers, your grandmother’s wheeze. Fire Roadside maize; red chilli powder, black charcoal, stuck in your teeth. Your fifth date; red lips, black tie, you can barely [read more…]

Cut [by Hinga Mwonjoria]

You barely know her. You think that Fourteen Falls is an interesting place to fall in love with a stranger. The sound of the large volume of water hitting the ground makes you talk louder and listen to each other more keenly. You walk along the banks of the river, side by side, not holding [read more…]

I Want Again [by Charity Wakini]

When can we do this again? When can I see you again? Your tipsy jigs Your coquettish smiles Your carefree laughter When can we do this again? When can I see you again? Your tender touch Your taking care of me Your firm hugs When can we do this again? When can I see you [read more…]

Door Number Three [by Karani Njiru]

“Hello? How are you? Where are you?Town wapi? Nakumatt gani sasa. Lifestyle? OK, from where you are standing can you see taxis? There’s a Toyota Raum that is silver in colour registration number KBZ. Yes, the one with a ‘For Sale’ sticker on its rear window. And the driver is asleep on the steering wheel. [read more…]

Aftermath [by Layla Writes]

I’m lying on bed with my leg propped on the other. When my mother throws the door open and starts hailing nonsense about my clothes. I look down at myself and roll my eyes. A deep red sleeveless top and leather pants in a similar colour cling tightly on my torso. This is the latest [read more…]

My Testament [by Kikete FM]

I saw a girl shot by police The other day, and knew My shooting is coming Our shooting is coming If mine comes sooner As I’m sure is your prayer Then these things here I’d wish you remember. Bury me quickly; The public morgue is a warm mortuary And the attendants know diddly ‘bout swatting [read more…]

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