You Left Us

**** You betrayed us The problem is that we confronted you.  In the melee you became a shadow. What changed you,   remains a mystery. One clothed in high culture black swahili saree's.  One hidden in the eventuality of becoming an educated man. One hell of an aftermath when you became,  what you became. Your …

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A Letter Before Sunrise

After my extermination.  This afternoon I heard you again ma! While you screamed your lungs out. I heard you guzzle the woman in you, denouncing every inch of your strong lungs ma!. Quit that dhako. Quit jeering and the songs ma! They will do me no justice , for justice is much a word as …

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I Refuse to Feel…

And yet there is life and love.   You have tasted both like pints of dew,  and you can't tell how they taste because its neither the gay of water,  or the sugar of cane. They are not even bitter. Your English teacher neither gave a name for what is not sour.   So you resort to …

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Kisuma: End of the Road

In the Shoes of Interracial Relationships - my persona is an African-American Woman Living in Malawi, who flies to Kenya for her Uncle's final respects.  I have told people before that I first fell in love in Kisumu. While this story has conjured a feeling of inertia. A kind of feeling that has overwhelmed me how …

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This thing Called Education

Dear Ministry of Education We Dont Get Married to Remain Virgins We are coming out of education uneducated.  When you first rolled out free primary education, affordable public secondary schools and subsidized government funded university programs, we didn't know that free was cheap. When I began schooling, I didn't know it would be a lie. …

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A Letter to My Bereaved

Dear Deprived This wasn't my ideal way of leaving.  I wanted to be in a glass vase; pink, purple and perhaps flavoured with chunks of silver. More  preferably, lathered with pearls of white all over. Quite expensive right? I also wanted all these people in black to dress in white. At least their hypocrisy would melt down and reflect an ambiance of benignity. So many hypocrites at one function! Oh my dear mother, be quiet please, it was beyond my control. I really wanted to make you proud. Prolly my lifeline. I was protecting you from my demons mah. The day I came late, did you catch a tinge of liquor smell in my breath? Did you? But who’d have thought. I was your pride. Those straight A’s Mama and absolute good behavior.


Should Pandemics ?

Should pandemics remind us of our neglect to champion for what is right?  People place most value  on money, power, love, fear, hope and peace. They think these things drive the world. Yet all these variables are the workings of the world, nature and forth. These variables are the undergrowth of a rising universe, a …

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Young and Restless

Roughly, you  have eighty percent chances of becoming addicted to alcohol or substance abuse by age 25. Her face shines with unease . On her other side is another one of her age. A girl of average height, a teen most probably, and could be fifteen.Approaching them from a distance,  their faces beam with smiles …

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For the Stages Raw that Made Me….

Editorial Note: This piece was written on June 24th, 2015 by Nelson Mūgī and appeared on The Harvard Kenyan. We reached out to Mūgī, so that we could feature the piece here for its sincerely reflective on the state of education and class struggles in Kenya. Kenyan Rhetoric republished the piece here because we are …

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