For women who refuse

Part 3 This is for women who refuse to make space. It probably confused you that I didn’t lower my gaze when you stared at me. Perhaps that’s because you don’t know who I am. For a long time I didn’t know either until my Kenyan sisters showed me where to look. Plucked from India, … Continue reading For women who refuse


of downward dogs and life lessons

The Lion I am five years old. My mum has gone mad. Sitting on her heels, fingers splayed out on each knee, her eyes bulge out, pupils rolling back into her head. Her mouth is wide open, so wide I am worried her skin may start to rip at the corners. Her tongue sticks out … Continue reading of downward dogs and life lessons


Dear Mr. Njoroge, We haven’t yet met, but I attended the Imperial Bank depositor’s meeting that you called for in December. I remember looking at the lined faces that filled the room and thinking that if anxiety had a physical form, you would have had to wade through a swamp of nerves to reach that … Continue reading LETTER TO CBK GOVERNOR,

Open Letter to Imperial Bank

To the Shareholders and Directors of Imperial Bank, Exactly one month ago on a cloudless morning, a message soundlessly snuck into our family whatsapp group. It sat there nestled underneath photos of the newest addition to our family - a floppy eared Alsatian pup with a vicious teething problem. Imperial Bank had been placed under … Continue reading Open Letter to Imperial Bank

Becoming an African

In the underground tunnels of Montreal I start becoming an African. I join other sandaled tropical brethren as we roam the belly of the city, there where it is warm and heated, where buskers play rhythms that awake the taste of nostalgia in our mouth. Where the sun doesn’t reach us, but the heat doesn’t … Continue reading Becoming an African