I knocked on the door of apartment twenty-four for the third time. The smell of iru (locust beans) filled the hallway. If I do not get this food in soon, occupants of the second floor will call Mr Theodore, the building manager, about the odd smell in the building. I shook my head and knocked […]

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1894 Ruanda-Urundi Standing a few feet from Rusumo Falls was the heavily bearded German. His boots were caked in mud and his long nose bobbed as if about to fall from his face. Flanking him were a few of his hungry and fatigued soldiers. The mid-morning sun baked their skins and beads of sweat formed […]

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FAUSTUS It was on the morning after the night that Dusman met a faceless lady in the rain on a lane off River Road. One thing led to another and, a few days later, Dusman was lining up with other similarly afflicted persons outside Doctor Patel’s surgery. Doctor Patel was the best doctor in all of River Road […]

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Literary festivals are always fun to attend. The point of such festivals is to meet your favorite authors, listen to them read from their works, get books signed, launch others, discover new writers, meet other book lovers over drinks and have a kick ass time musing over all things lit. The Writivism Festival 2015 with […]

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Originally published in the Sunday Nation on 14th June 2015 Most of us spend a lot of our time on the internet, all thanks to the advent of affordable smart phones, power banks and cheap data bundles charges. We’re constantly surfing the web, poring through our social media pages. If it is not updating people […]

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(Republished with author’s consent from his personal blog, Writerphilic.) I was one of the participants of the 2015 Caine Prize Writers Workshop which was held in Elmina, a picturesque coastal town in Ghana from April 6th to 19th. I travelled from Douala on Ethiopian Airlines, so I spent the night in Addis Ababa and boarded the […]

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Originally published by The Sunday Nation Newspaper *** When the Jalada Africa’s second anthology, Sext Me, came out last year, I shared Linda Musita’s Kudinyana on my Facebook Timeline. The comments section came alive with varied reactions, most of which bordered on shock, disbelief, and in some instances, disgust. One thing was certain though; that […]

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South Africa happens to be my dream destination in Africa. It is the place where some of the most intriguing people and cultures of the continent are found. If not for much, I just want to visit a Zulu village and watch them perform that dance they are famed for that involves kicking and jumping. Also, […]

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Just before going to the Writivism 2015 Workshop in Dar es Salaam, I wrote this post. At the end I said “Sometimes people talk about writing and get so academic. I just sit there, acting like I understand what they are saying. I hope those moments will be rare in Dar.” This was the second […]

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I was in the passenger seat, waiting defiantly for her to insist for the third time that I should strap in my seat belt. I dislike anything that restrains me- be it promises or marriages or seatbelts. Then she turned the nose of the Cami to the left at the OiLibya Gas Station. And here […]

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