I am in one of those art gallery shows where people chatter with their mouths closed. Speaking sluggish paragraphs, then pausing, waiting for you to applause their kindness with pieces of intellect. They are sipping coffee fashionably from unimaginably small cups. And I am standing alone, close to the painting at the door, waiting for [...]
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By Claudette Oduor The sun is exhausted. It staggers across the sky, before finally collapsing into the hills. I wonder if it hits its head behind the hills. Does it crack its skull, spill its blood on the ground? Do the hills have to press pillows to their ears to smother the sun’s groans, like [...]
I choose to give this child away on Christmas day; on his birthday. I have carefully planned it all out. I have taken time to count, and I know that he will be born on Christmas day… At 4. 56 pm. Mama does not know what I have decided yet. Mama is illiterate. She accepts [...]
