There is a stereotype that conflates the image of an absurdly full platter with most people’s thoughts about the Luyia community.
Contemplating nature and falling back on the wisdom of trees to guide me through the unknown.
My battle with breast cancer has taught me two things. How to be afraid and how to wait.
Many only know it as the slum located next to the country’s largest mental health facility, but Mathare has a rich history of resistance against oppression...
Navigating Amsterdam as an African man has been confusing, writes Oyunga Pala, who is discovering Global Africa in the streets of the city and learning to...
When I left my abusive marriage, I thought the worst was behind me and things could only get better. Then life handed me a breast cancer...
The idea that artists from privileged backgrounds might be the only ones left mentally fit to create art and give an artistic interpretation of the times...
I come back home a worried man, even more perturbed than I was before, about the march of colonialism under the guise of conservation.
For us hood folk – no matter where we land – especially if we survive the hood – then it is forever home
Growing up in Mathare, we all start out with beautiful dreams. A dream of becoming a doctor, police, engineer, professor, pilot, and so many more. Teachers...
Yet, even with this heaviness, the digital world has offered many families unable to mourn physically with their loved ones the opportunity to be inclusive.
Now there are vaccines. But many are begging the universe, screams of grief erupting within them, with no one to hear. Elsewhere there are enough vaccines...
