Lingua Franca

“Each generation must, out of relative obscurity, discover its mission, fulfill it, or betray it.” – Frantz Fanon   My heart thumping loudly against my chest, I looked around the noisy hum of the dining hall contemplating where to sit. I noticed a group of girls seated on the far end of the room and…

The women in my family

I come from a generation of broken women. Of women who were “too strong” to be loved. Of women who are too familiar with broken marriages, Of women who love betrayed. Time and time again. Who watched their parents before them, Unravel, break drift. And they went on to mimic, Adult love that was…unfamiliar. Mimic…

Of Unknown Siblings…And the politics of African families

As you grow older, you discover things about yourself that you previously were not aware of. As I think is the nature of growth generally. For instance the other day i realized i take an unhealthy amount of time to process things. I can receive the worst news today, and it won’t register that same…

Office Desks Are Where Dreams Go To Die

(Photo cred: Mutua Matheka) Unless of course you love the ‘thrill’- and sleeplessness that comes with the corporate world. Or you genuinely found employment that fulfills you; financially and spiritually/mentally. Then this post is probably not for you. But read on if you like. From a really young age, i had a deep unexplainable repulsion…

The whispers of mental illness

(photo cred: Mutua Matheka) Mental illness (particularly in Kenya) has been a topic I’ve been wanting to write about for a long time. When i started my other blog it was one of the first things i thought i must write about when i start this one.Unfortunately the ins and outs of life has meant…

5 problems with Kenyan “creatives”

Originally posted on Black ▪ Girl ▪ Provoked:
My stats alerted me that 35% of my readership is on Saturdays at 12 a.m. What can I say? I have established a legion of party-poopers and I’m strangely pleased with that. 😉 So, for the juice, … I established a reserved dynamic with a handful of creatives-the newly…

The Car-Centric city

It’s a Monday morning…no it’s a Wednesday evening…. or a Saturday afternoon. Regardless of the time, day, weather or month, Nairobians are bundled up in their individual cars. Hiding behind dark-as-night tint; with the windows rolled up tight. Not for safety but because we thrive on existing in our own bubbles. Shut away from the…