Story Moja Hay Festival is almost here, and as usual poetry and music enthusiasts will be given a special treat. Last Year The School Bell Rang, this year S...
I am these words and let me tell you what else
I am those words you heard but refused to accept like the time Sister Margarite was told about her star pupil’...
Only a slave mourns his master,
so I shed no tears for chivalry,
as real men don’t cry
hold the tears in, till it forms a noose round your neck
the weight o...
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...
You are;
My war, my peace
My golden fleece;
No ocean could keep me away from you
Nor Jason and all his retinue –
And I am as nothing to you...
But I am pr...
I am hurting so much on the inside
tired to give my love to a special someone
but that someone did not need my love
I feel dejected. I want to break down and...
Your life stopped one day.
It was silenced by a telephone call right in the middle of a frenzied evening.
In the middle of asking rambunctious children no...
The doctrine is, Self before brother
Brother before clan, clan before tribe
Tribe before country, country before region
Some Beef over creed, some beef over ...
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...
We stare, transfixed, at the glittering stars
Like the mages of old;
We follow where they would lead us –
To no new king
But maybe a new scene –
As we star...
