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Popularity. The feeling of being accepted as you are. The feeling of being beyond ordinary, admired, envied, loved. Popularity spelled Claire. Claire was 29, happily married with two lovely daughters and a bakery business that had opened seven branches in the country. She was the official sweet tooth supplier for the white house, lived in…

Night out of Paradise

It was dusk. The compound was more quiet compared to her neighbors. You could see the sun setting against the baobab tree, and she sat on a three legged stool next to her three stone fire cooking a meal for her family of three. “Mum, mummy….where are you?” her daughter called excitedly from the front…

Sue.

A woman sat in the waiting hall of the hospital. It was a quiet room, not too crowded, with a soft music playing in the background. The receptionist was in a jovial mood as she moved her head to the beat. Priscilla, on the other hand was worried. She did not know what the doctors…

Market Day.

The market was busy, bustling with customers buying their weekly grocery, it was after all, market day, the busiest day of the week for Maria. She handed out a paper bag full of vegetables to her customer, with a smile on her face and thanked her. Her mother and her mother before hers were all…

Home.

The sitting room was exactly as he had left it. A huge cupboard to his left, hiding the utensils mother had bought from her chama, with the TV, of course, covered with a clothing covering it. He sighed. He had spent most of his childhood seated in front of that screen, watching Sonic and Rainbow…

Right of Passage.

“Up until then, I had never put much consideration into my tribe’s greeting. The women were always greeted, “wacha?”, to which we would respond, “aaa.” Wacha, in the real sense of the word was ‘let go’, and when asked in question form meant, ‘are you ready to let go?’. In response, ‘aaa’ meant yes. So…