If, we could draw my heart, It would look like the rugs my grandma made, With leftover pieces of fabric, Stitched together. Some dotted, some stripped, Tie and dye, pastel and luminous. The torn pieces created the beautiful mat. Even if the stitches could not be hidden, And each piece had a story to tell, … Continue reading Heart of Rags
That subtle breeze cast the fumes on me like a shared secret. I involuntarily inhaled as though I was supposed to.
I’m sorry, For the time I hurt you to be true to myself, For the time you hurt me to be true to yourself, And I did not understand, What you had reciprocated. I’m sorry, For the time I said I had forgiven you, But my hot tears burnt like the embers of hell, Which … Continue reading Dear World, I’m Sorry!
Storytelling the coffee journeys is how Vava enriches the taste of her coffee alongside the lives of the Kenyan farmers she has an intimate relationship with. She is a social entrepreneur, who exports globally but invests locally.It is a synergy that not only ensures the quality of coffee is top-notch, but that there is progress … Continue reading The Coffee Stories – Meet Brew Mistress Vava – Part One
Street Culture does not seem to have a very clear definition when each attaches it to their experience, of what they would perceive to be a city or town of Street Culture. In general, this would mean that there is expression of culture by youth through their creativity. We could also simplify it and say … Continue reading Does Nairobi Have Street Culture?
A sentence, it is said, is a string of words (that satisfy the grammatical rules of a language). A string of words ... the many things, and forms and shapes, I could make with a string. Most importantly, it ended where you wanted it to end; at the point where the creation was complete - … Continue reading My World in Sentences
In a moment of darkness, I am caught in the trap of routine; the disorderliness in my orderliness, and for that moment, I do not belong.In a moment of darkness, colour makes no sense, scents are insipid; I look to the sky and seek escape from this sphere I float on.In a moment of darkness, … Continue reading In a Moment of Darkness
Eva Andrea Ter Avest Dahm. You’ll be damned trying to pronounce the name and lucky to get it right, unless you are of Dutch origin. But what if you did not try. What if you visualized the name. What character can you make out from the letters you see. Any scents? Colours? Ideas? I tried … Continue reading Theatre as a Way of Life, Wordlessness, Dyslexia & Why We Need New Stories
Are subjective... As we advance in life, the way we remember things changes. The thoughts, feelings and judgements we attach to memories alters because we too are altered by the magnitude of life. We shrivel and we open up, stretching our boundaries, testing our fears, realizing our follies, acknowledging our triumphs, amazing ourselves by our … Continue reading Memories
For a very long time I struggled to define what my career was. When people asked, "What do you do?" I could not think of a proper response, as much as I knew what I did- more precisely, all the things I did. As a child, it's amazing when you can do all these things: … Continue reading The Not-Prenuer: My Multi-Potentialite Syndrome