KWALE, 1993. Thunder storms rumbled outside the thatched house of mama Awele as rain heavily pattered down to the old roof and unto the sandy ground. Every family in the small village was taking shelter in their huts, while some slept from the cold and relaxing feeling the rain brought, others warmed their afternoon meals Continue Reading
Uchenna took a sip from the tumbler in his grip. He shut his eyes as the chilled orange juice travelled down his dry throat. It had been a long day at work, and Holland’s summer had him feeling clammy all afternoon. He slid further into the couch, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the drink when Continue Reading
I always imagined what my father had been like, the things he liked, the things he did not like, if he was cool, or not. Was he light skinned like me or dark as mum? I would wonder.