When my vagina was wet and slippery,
When it drowned your enormous penis like a ship sinking in an ocean,
When it stretched and swallowed all of you,
Did you...
Writers in Kenya are not paid very well. Poets especially aren't paid very well. It therefore is a kick in the shin for a newspaper to go ahead and ask poet...
The directive that Kenyan TV stations should screen 60% local content is a good one. The increase of local content is a welcome change. One look at our local TV...
The Etisalat Prize for Literature is a pan-African literary prize that celebrates first time writers of published books of fiction. To cater to unpublished Afri...
I love to write and have been doing it for a long time now. Along the way I have learned, mostly through mistakes, a few things that I want to list here below...
The StoryMoja Hay Festival was founded in 2008 in collaboration with the Hay Festival UK. It is a four day celebration of our stories and culture through stor...
Art is an unusual career path even today in Nairobi. How did you consider and become an artist?
I don’t recall any soul searching involved in my decision...
When I returned to Lagos, Kafiyah, who knew how stressed I was over the wedding, insisted that we needed a movie night. On our way to Silverbird Cinemas, sh...
On February 15th at 7:30pm, The Nest will host “An Evening with Staceyann Chin” – a book-reading and poetry performance at the Southern Sun Mayfair Hotel.
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I grew up knowing sex was a bad thing. I was born 9 months after my mother was raped. She was only 16 and her mother had forced her to keep the baby. My mo...