Micro 0331:

Once upon a time a woman gave birth to a son, the first seed of her womb. When he was placed upon her breast, tiny and wrinkled, the weight of her hopes and dreams descended upon him. The crooning of family and friends who laid eyes upon him bolstered her hopes and she built formidable... Continue Reading →

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When it is good to be a woman

The past few days have been almost whirlwind like. Finally, one of my projects is complete and I'm proud to share it with anyone who thinks things like these are totally cool. In doing the research I needed to compile my super duper list of African authors, I came across the story of an Algerian... Continue Reading →

Micro 0122: Silence

It is silent here. Not 'absence of noise' silence. I can hear the Movement, slow and unchanging. I can hear crying. Someone is wailing. And yet it is silent, like laying still under dead earth where you cannot hear the sound of birds or the voices of family that just threw dirt over your body.... Continue Reading →

Micro 0119: Welcome

Welcome. Your mother told you not to join a gang. But here you are, foolish rebel. You have romanticized this moment but it is not going to turn out the way you think. You need to stop watching movies. There is no information in there that will tell you the truth. We live hard lives,... Continue Reading →

The Struggle Factor

There is nothing so unappealing to me as the struggling artist. I know that many do, but can I say that I don't like it? When there are so many examples of artists that have been able to 'get there' I just cannot understand the appeal. That being said, I know that so many compromises... Continue Reading →

Strength to leave

I read a blog post. Someone was writing a letter to a public figure (singer of mild fame) whose boyfriend, and father of her daughter, died in her arms after he had been shot. He, a football star, had married a woman he had been in a relationship with for 7 years. In the 8th... Continue Reading →

Confidence

Karibu Reader! Have you ever experienced doubt? You get that question coming up through all the other noise bugging you and asking if you really are what you say you are, if you're really doing what you think you're meant to be doing. When the little doubt I still possess creeps up on me, I... Continue Reading →

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