Photographs
Mama is grief, the one clinging onto a portrait size photograph. She is the photograph’s cold eyes, the dimness of…
Nostalgia: Between Mombasa And Now, My Sonia
I pack my troubles in a sigh and stretch them out of bed in half sleepy eyes. I flick on…
Journeys to Start a Life
It is midnight and this could be the last stop before the last stop. At the previous stop, I checked…
Echoes of Love
Everyone is embroiled in a clatter of pursuits. Trucks with bloated drivers blare horns. Motorbikes with scrawny young men precariously…
Fury-Punglu Punglu is Dead
It is the unexpected intruder who cares that the girl is in that state. Her skirt is muddied and ripped…
The Fire That Never Dies is The fire of Love
Crisp dry leaves on the backs of dead twigs rustle and roll on rusty iron sheets. It is a discordant…
