• FICTION

    One Last Night Stand

    You are in the club cuddling a glass of exotic whiskey, it’s not your regular joint, you are not supposed to be here. If anything, you were to spend the night at a girlfriend’s place catching up. Recently the sun and the moon have been exchanging shifts in a rather fast way. So you’re seated at the counter at an angle you can see half the club. You notice how people struggle to remain modest in their high-end attire. You wonder why one would come to the club to maintain an image. Everybody is talking but none is conversing. You see, somewhere between the movement of their jaws and the…

  • FICTION

    The Journey of Loving the Sun

    My name is Faraja, I am currently 39. Of course, I have not always been 39. I was once 12 but between 16 to 36 is the reason I have gathered all of you here. Unlike many people who say things like, “I don’t know what I did with my 20s,” I say things like I don’t know what I did with 20 years of my existence. Don’t get me wrong, no, I was not caught up in indecisions, partying, goals, almost written off degrees, forget about being caught up in pursuit of orgasms or love, no! While else most people (that I talked about up there) might have been…

  • PEOPLE

    An Ounce of Strength

    She was sitting one of those green metallic seats in the student center gobbling her first meal of the day, or maybe her only meal- ‘chapati chafua’. During the first month, Nancy did not know this lifesaver meal. As such, she had had to stick to ‘ugali sukuma’ at 50 shillings or ‘chapati and beans’ which was 40 shillings. Therefore, she had gotten used to surviving on one meal since she was not just about to lose all her pocket money on food. I know, I know, you are wondering, ‘What else would a first-year need?’ What about clothes especially for those who report with high school uniforms? Let’s not get started with first-years…