“Not as a feminist, but as a female” Dear Journal, I am sorry to wake you this late in the night. I wanted to come and weave these words earlier, but I had so many words and little ink to sort them into sensible structures. Well, right now I am here because I want toContinue reading “JOURNAL OF THIS KENYAN WOMAN”


                                                                             “Oh no, he has epistaxis. I don’t know how to treat him; I’ve only treated animals before in all the years I have lived.” Suzanna cried, her sweet little voice cutting across the corridors of their five-bedroomed family house. She frantically searched her vet’s kit, ‘tears’ threatening to leave their safe haven.Continue reading “SUZANNA”