Myra needs no introduction. I call her the 21st century poet because her poems relate to our everyday struggles. Her previous works speak for themselves: Dear Heart, I am Woman and Drowning, so I’ll just leave this here. Clap for her as she enters. *** Like nothing else It’s all too surreal, The aftermath. Knowing […]
Sometimes when I’m bored, alone and uninspired and the words I’m typing are like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces, I read philosophy to jog and warm up my mind. I read about time and how abstractly man-made it is. I read about sentience and consciousness and the arguments that go along with it – […]
Back in 2010, fresh out of primary reeking of good morals and knee-high socks, I went to become a man (which I think is a very archaic way to put it because losing a bit of skin doesn’t mean shit if you still live at your parents’ and ask for airtime cash). Anyway, I was […]
The super highway pierces through the small town like a deranged surgeon, and beneath it, forms a cool but dusty shade where a small town lives and blossoms. Githurai, for folk not fortunate enough to know it, is a small town that thrives under insecurity, immense dust, loud noises emanating from buses and their touts, […]
Since we came on here, I have been barraged with harsh questions of why I dropped ‘feeling’ from my site title. I am about to answer that. But first, allow me to digress. I think it’s humbling that people care. And I’d like to once again thank all of you loyal folk for hanging on […]
Instagram Meet ‘miss_thick_dee,’ a young 20-year-old girl with hips and ass as big as her forehead. Of course, that’s not the name her mother gave her. ‘Miss’ came from the strong independent woman that has a disdain for less-than-rich guys. Thick is open for interpretation really.