These layers I peel, Aligned in smooth agreement, Pure union of inside and out, Secret core and surface. These layers I peel, Scent clings to my fingers, Tears blinding…
Pepper Ink by Natasha Muhanji
My fingers are interlocked, palms against the smooth mahogany table and my right temple is on my right-hand wrist. My head is throbbing slightly but the light coming from the…
Qwanibok & The Rise Of The Kenyan Gen-Z Writer : A Conversation With Amanda Nechesa and Sheila Ngei
Earlier this year two Writers Space Kenya members (Amanda Nechesa and Sheila Ngei) were featured in a young writers anthology , The Qwanibok anthology . WSA-K fellow member , Frank…
The WSA-K Coordinator Delights With A Regional Publication
27th of May 2023 Goethe institute-Nairobi saw the launch of an East African multilingual anthology, The Heart Is A Bastard ( Moyo ni Mwanaharamu ); and at WSA-Kenya this was…
His back aches by Pendo
His back aches, burdens greater than the load he carries, his family at home cries and today, he walks home a celebrated revolutionary but with nothing to show his hungry…
Remembering Professor Chris Wanjala 4 years on
Prof Chris Wanjala, the author of Memories We Lost, the acclaimed short story collection, died in 2018. Given his laudable achievements in literature as an academic, his untimely death elicited…
Writers Space Africa (Kenya Chapter) Opens Office in Nairobi.
The Kenya chapter of Writers Space Africa (WSA) has opened its first physical office space in the country’s capital. Located in Langata’s Moi estate along Kanga Road, Nairobi, the space…
The Invader By Shera Muthoni
I was okay, Very okay, Until my dream of you woke up with me. I was okay, Very okay, Until my morning coffee sweetened, Alongside thoughts of you. …
African Fabrics
I love the African look It portrays a classy hook From the Kente and Chitenge These fabrics smell like home In the vast terrains of Uganda Where the Mutuba trees…
Sabina by Shera Muthoni
Sabina, the woman who would smile to the moon and back. The same woman who would dance the sun down, Sing the birds out of their nests, or back to…