A priest was dead. A dead Priest was nothing unusual here. The clans cared about dead priests as much as they did the expansive sky or the huge rocks atop the hill where snakes basked after ecdysis. They were just things that were always there but had nothing to do with them. A priest would … Read more
Black “It started when the wazungu came,” Nyanya says, scooping some sukuma with a piece of chapati perfectly folded between her fingers. This is how she starts a lot of stories worth listening to: like the time Mum went to the Chama and didn’t make it through the second interview. Nyanya’s reasoning was measured and, … Read more
As a frequent traveller to Okanowach, due to the nature of my work, I want to share what I’ve learned so far. To be able to visit Okanowach, you must lure it into existence, for this elusive place only makes its presence known to those who can reach it should they try. To get to … Read more
When Natelo was 14 years old, she died. Her mother, Amy, was special; she could see and hear things that no one else could. Sometimes, she could even see into the future — as if her eyes were a God-given telescope. She had been blessed with this gift when Natelo was 11 years old, and … Read more
Hubishi na akuzikaye – You do not argue with your grave digger. Wairimu had the sneaking suspicion that her name should not sound the way it did. So strange, hearing her name in the darkness over and over as it warped itself into something else, something almost physical in its abstraction and no sense-ness. She … Read more
Now Those in the mirror are the first to know that Bosi is back. She is not in the room yet, not even the house, but they know. The mirror clouds over in their excitement. It rattles a little bit. It hisses with the whisper of their voices [she’s here she’s back.sheshereshesbackshesbackbackbacksheshereshesback.] Bosi is watching … Read more