Valentine In My Hood

Valentine In My Hood

I woke up at exactly 4:20 am From my morning doze In my small Feminist Hub Valentines was already trending on twitter Apart from group texts my inbox had one text that read: “Happy Valentines FemiNinja. Keep Strong! I had a great morning meditation Reading the Pen and...
What place is this?

What place is this?

Tired Drained Hurt What place is this? Where people refuse logic, Where truth is forbidden Where Justice is one of those fancy words What place is this? Where women sleep on the streets in the cold at night, with their toddlers Where children beg for something to eat...
What place is this?

Nataka kuimba a brand new song

Nataka kuimba a brand new song Nataka niwe na lyrics haziko wrong And I don’t care ita last for how long Since tumeimba the same song for so long Wanasema old is gold but aaaah! No need for same songs with same mistakes I’m not saying that a new song...
This War Must Be Won

This War Must Be Won

I grew up with pretty much nothing learnt means of survival the hard way Smiled even when there was nothing to smile about “Do you see anything to smile about?” asks a reggae song My people pretend to stay alive even when they died inside a long time ago Inside this...

The People’s March Continues

With backs against the wall, with the resistance of students and firebrands, with the solidarity of intellectual and clergy, with unity of people and organization, the people dutifully engaged in their struggle against power. Armed only with grandma’s wisdom,...

The Beautiful Clay Water Pot

In most traditional African homes, a water pot sits at a corner. The beautifully shaped clay pot is an old queen that holds and cools the families’ drinking water. Rarely, is this pot moved, and rarely is it taken outside to bask in the sunshine. In fact, this queen...