It is a very hot day. Temperatures are estimated to be in the upwards of eighty degrees. One can see waves of heat rising above metals and other reflective surfaces. One can feel how sweaty and sticky clothing clings to the body. No quantity of ice cream or cold carbonated drinks can keep the sweltering […]
It all started with tea. Heaven knows it started with the tea! That silent surge in my cup..
I waited a million years for you. Rivers rushed, crushed and parched, while I waited. Languages flourished and faded, while I waited. And then we met… and layers of endless time warped you and me into a pod …
Fungeni macho; giza, upweke, hofu vinapofusha. Ndugu | by Yusuph Mkangara Sipati Picha (Mgeta I) | by Yusuph Mkangara Kariakoo Sokoni-Mawazo | by Yusuph Mkangara Elimu Yetu | by Yusuph Mkangara Ndoto za Babu (Mgeta II) | by Yusuph Mkangara
Hail Mary, full of grace… Drip…drap…drip…drap Like a leaking tap, the blood droplets fall into a crimson pool on the floor. The source of the blood tap, a woman, about 22 years old, lays on the slender bed; legs spread wide apart. The incandescent bulb mounted on one corner of the room casts heavy shadows […]
It is early on a Saturday afternoon; we have finished our general and personal cleaning and are waiting for the bell to announce lunch time. This is one of the few times we get to chill out in our shorts and tees watching hawks, sometimes butterflies, and fantasize about life after boarding school. But at […]