Creative Nonfiction

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 [...]

There’s an aching for home. I’ve been working on a crochet wedding dress. I love weddings. My best friend just got a prostate cancer diagnosis. Another friend called, excited; his son just said [...]

I was only five years old when my grandmother died one afternoon almost three decades ago. I remember my uncles speaking with my grandfather in hushed tones. And then when my mom and aunties were [...]

“The devil finds work for idle hands”. That’s how my siblings and I learned that rest was not just a “luxury we could afford”, but that indulging in it can get us in serious trouble. And we were [...]

Dear Edward Francis Small, Estelle Morris once said, “Politicians want to create an irreversible change because when they leave office, someone changes it back.” Every man in the shade today sits [...]

Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us, the mirrors how to reflect us, and the walls how to contain us. Death is always at the door pacing forth and back waiting for an [...]