Over the last few days I came across some pretty engaging stuff. They are not only short but they compel you to reflect on humanity and being humane (not just human). Sample these :-
I AM NOT MY SKIN by Neema Komba
This is a heartrending piece which says it all for our albino, seruseru, brothers and sisters . The suspense is stiffling, the power of description gripping and the simplicity of language is just wonderfully pleasant. Beautifully written.
I am dying to know whether the writer is albino or has albino kin.
THE TEXTURE OF JOY ( A stowaway story) By Akwaeke Emezi
This is a unique story of a search for what satisfies the heart. You are forced to realize that no matter what happens to you, no matter the challenges you face and the circumstances you find yourself in, you will always get what you desire. Everything is hinged on how passionate you are.
The story is rather drab in some way ( so it appears to me) but it is worth your time.
I WAS NEVER THE QUIET ONE
( An interview with activist Gigi Louisa)
By John Kingsley 9
This is an exceptional exposition on our uniquely different brothers and sisters who have been endowed and gifted differently in special ways.
They have surely been misunderstood by most of us who are “normal”.
You are seemingly normal physically but perhaps maladjusted emotionally and probably mentally skewed in your worldview.
A NAIROBI BACHELOR WALKS INTO A MASSAGE SPA by Magunga Williams
This is a numbing suspense story which reminds the reader of libido matters, self control and the embarrassing moments one can easily cornered in.
You are sure to find yourself at the edge as the story unfolds. Check it out.
BAR TORE -THE KILLER OF LEOPARDS
By Kiprop Kimutai
This is a delightful read with a historical hue. It is a reminder of how the African self esteem was injured by colonialism.
Arap Amdany the main character turns out to be exceptionally heroic, though by default. His story is a journey of self discovery worth exploring. He reminds me of one Kintee Nepo Kipemkoi ( Chumyot) who was porter or ‘war hand’ of sorts during the First World War. (I will surely tell you his story some day)