Who is She?

She writes from within and places it on paper. Her diary is full of journals. Greatness and darkness create brilliance at its finest. Out of the blank white screen that stares back at her, she brings to life her vivid creations and imaginations. They are protected her angels from all the four cardinal points. Her…

Nairobi’s Traffic

Nairobi traffic jam is too slow today. But that is the least of Neville’s worries. His work contract elapses in a month and a half. He is behind on schedule on his car payments. Three days ago the bank sent him an email. Again: “How would he survive?” Neville revs up his Subaru. Traffic is…

Belle 10 – Glimpses

Previously on Belle: Belle-9-Reminiscing BAKO There was one thing I did not want to say… I was out of words when tears streamed down your face in our last few hours together and you sobbed into my chest. I wanted to say it so badly. So badly that I didn’t know if I would be…

My Hands Are Full.

Being born an African, one does not know peace. When you are born an African American you only need to fight one major bigotry – racism. When you are born an African you fight the world. Every prejudice you can conjure, I suffer. I cannot fight for you, my hands are full. We share a…