Category: Creative Non-Fiction

“Well, you have to know what we found,” he said, his voice growing slightly louder and firmer especially at ‘you have to know’.
My child, I did not want to hear it, whatever it was. My heart was literary racing. I kept thinking about the four possible causes of hyperplasia, none of them anything to write home about. The visuals he had drawn on that first consultation while explaining the four possibilities lingered in my head stubbornly. I wished there was someone to squeeze my hand with assurance. The tension was nearly palpable.

One evening early last month, I walked into a health facility for admission like a tourist walking into her hotel room. I had with me a black backpack and a sling bag whose contents proved to be vastly inadequate as well as irrelevant especially for an admitted patient. Ridiculously, I had packed my earphones because…

My Lessons at 30. I turned 30 on January 27, 2022. Isn’t it incredible how time flies? Just the other day, I was twenty-one and a new, clueless mum. Then I was twenty-four, seated in a dimly-lit, poorly finished office, busy flipping Excelling in English Form Two Learners’ Book. Then I was twenty-seven, reading and…

Today, the 14thday of May, Muslims the world over mark with immense celebration the end of the Holy Month of Ramadan. It’s the first time I get to experience the nearly palpable emotion around this day because, in the main, of all the towns I’ve been to, Mombasa stands out as far as Muslim population…