Creative Nonfiction

I was five years old when I woke up to a flooded house. Cloudy water poured in through the door and then through the open windows. Bearing pieces of wood, grass, and whatever else could float. [...]

What gift surpasses the treasure of a mother? Over the years, my mother has remained a constant, treating me with the same tenderness she did when I was a child. Her daily calls to ensure I’ve [...]

Changing malodorous diapers. Extinguishing wild tantrums. Navigating your way through a minefield of sharp toys strewn across the carpet. Paying off titanosauric school fees. Tolerating cyclic [...]

“Ni msichana, aah, wewe bado hujazaa,” the plump 30-something-year-old lady glances down at the baby in my arms. Her name, she says, is Ruth. We’ve just come back from the hospital because the [...]

When the call from my brother came it was still unexpected. As always, he started the conversation with an offensive—that’s the nature of our relationship, it’s always been. “Since the surgery, [...]

The single-parent label clings to my childhood like a faded sticker on a half-peeling wall. It’s a term that attempts to define, to categorize, but fails utterly to capture the kaleidoscopic [...]

Motherhood…there is so much weight beneath this word alone. It encompasses the essence of life, the very foundation of our existence. Its meaning evokes a sense of warmth, love, and care. [...]

I’m fresh from watching a video where, in an unfortunate sequence of events, a lady jumped off a roof. A rather morbid way to start a story, I know, but who am I if not your cultured purveyor of [...]

As I sit in front of my computer, I ready myself to write. The writing journey starts with me tasting the words as they pop from my mind and roll onto my tongue. They whisper, “Write me down.”  [...]

Nashipae sat at Dr. Kiambo’s clinic, lost in thought. She was horrified by what was about to happen. The last jab was painful, the capsules nauseating. She looked across from her seat to where [...]