-Who are you? -I don’t know anymore. -Where are you? -I’m at home. -You mean your rented house, right? Home is your parents’ house, the house you grew up in. The rest are just houses. -No. Home for me is not a place. It’s fluid. It’s a state of mind. It’s where my heart is… Continue reading Soooo… The Thing is…
Fathers day is this coming Sunday, which means this week has been punctuated by talk of fatherhood and good parenting. It is for this reason that a popular panelist was on a morning show on a local TV station. I didn’t watch the show but I gathered that he stated that he constantly tells his… Continue reading Good Men
Two things happened this past week: I read this heart-wrenching story about a couple trying to conceive The blues visited more boldly than usual Depending on how you look at it, those two events may seem related or totally unrelated; the latter especially if you consider the fact that the blues showed up before I… Continue reading Sometimes: A Note To Self
Be denied basic humanity. Fight tooth and nail to get opportunities that should be yours by right. Attempt to level the playing field. Finally attain some semblance of dignity. “My God! Y’all so selfish. You only fight for your own kind. What about us?” Excel in your chosen field but constantly have to prove the legitimacy… Continue reading FTS!
Day one of the year finds you sitted across him in some random restaurant in the CBD. Empty streets. Silence reigns. The air is saturated with the lethargy of hangovers from the previous night’s festivities. You have no idea why you decided to meet him on that day. Actually, you do. You wanted to put… Continue reading When Love Dies
I have always considered myself a proud tri-linguist. In Kenya, this is nothing remarkable. The education system requires you to learn the two official languages (English & Swahili) while your folks impress it upon you to learn the native language of your people (mother tongue, if you please). Speaking at least three languages is therefore… Continue reading I’m Losing My Tongue
When you can’t write what you need to write, you write what you can. I want to write about… That new Dove ad is absurdly symbolic. Women in five cities around the world are made to choose one of two doors in order to enter a space. The entries are labelled ‘Beautiful’ or ‘Average’. There…