With much said by great philosophers, scientists, Independent thinkers, atheists, believers and renown men from all walks of life, much about this wonderful life might still be unsaid. Each day shows up like any other. The only difference between today and yesterday comes in that either of the days is dull. I don't think there
Kenya is small country tucked comfortably in East Africa, bordering Tanzania to the South, Uganda to the West, South Sudan to the North West, Ethiopia to the North, Somalia to the East and Indian Ocean to the South East. According to Kenya National Bureau of Statistics (KNBS), Kenya is home to close to 47 million
He panicked. He noticed that he was actually holding the newspaper upside down! He watched her small rounded mouth, purple with lipstick turning into a broad smile. She giggled. She uncrossed her leg and crossed the other one. Fluttering unsteadly like a newborn cobra his manhood strained towards an erection.
Departure from Nairobi -------------------- The land of indomitable lions, land of fearless eagles, land of sun's benediction', land of lonely ruby hills, land of hypnotising sunsets, the land beyond the misty mountains of my ancestors is calling my name' come, M'Ntani come'. I shall heed and go. Beneath the azure Eastern skies, across the valleys,
Between 1593-1596, the Portuguese built a Fort in Mombasa. A deluxe example of Portuguese military architecture of 16th Century, dexterously designed by Italian Architect Cairati. Built in human shape the building was christened Fort Jesus, a clear religious orientation of the builders. It is now UNESCO heritage site. Inside the Fort a museum which exhibits
When we were young, growing up in the rolling hills of Meru, there sat a lonely, little crumbling, mud baked and grass thatched hut by the edge of Thagara forest. There, in the solitude of the forest, it sat like a timid, drenched bird. My eldest sibling claimed to have strayed around. He told us the
"Granny’s flat smelled of sour milk and cigarettes. Soap opera’s blared from the TV’s down the hallway and paint peeled like chapped lips from the walls. The carpets were yellow and sticky – “like old earwax”, my mother and I would giggle as we hiked the stairs. Fanning our armpits and fixing our hair."
By Noreen Chiororo Enjoying the mid-morning sun, she sat against the wall of a kitchen hut, her abdomen akin to a bump. A fetus was growing on the inside. She imagined herself going to school. For a moment, she believed it was true until she realized that she was day dreaming as always. In reality,
By Owen Maswela My name is Owen Maswela. I live at 41 Kambanji drive, Glenlorne. I was born in Dallas, Texas in the United States of America. I am Zimbabwean however. My grandfather’s illness is what saw my family return to Zimbabwe. I went to Greystone Primary School from grade 1 to 7. On arriving in