A Week Later | by Veon Ngugi

We stood on the other side of the road, at the edge of the pedestrian crossing. Our bodies were in the way and yet somehow still managed to let traffic pass. He stood talking business with his friend, while the friend’s girlfriend and I stood aside and watched people pass. We saw who was rushing […]

Poem 2 | by Abigail Arunga

All you can do is hope that this time you’re right. That since the last time you told someone you loved them, you’ve grown a little; know yourself and the next person better; are paying attention to all the signs and symptoms for things you don’t want; aren’t wrong. There’s no guarantee. Jump anyway. Abigail […]