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Peres was afraid of the dark. Whenever the sky turned from a grey velvet to black, her body would feel as if it was constricted by a torniquet. Then the pain would begin. A constant pricking pain as if someone was hammering nails onto her skin all at once. No matter what she did, the cycle repeated itself and would only recede when the morning sun was toasty warm.

Before this, she was a sporty lady who loved kids. A love that led her to a career as a kindergarten teacher. The school where she taught, was a spitting distance…


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Immediately after Eva gave birth to her child, she felt strange. Being her third time in the delivery room, she knew how to pay attention to her instincts and her gut feeling told her something was off. So she turned to her husband and said, “I feel weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t explain it. But something feels odd.”

Her contractions had began at 10pm that night. Initially, the pain had been distant, so they took time to put a few things in order and arrived at the hospital at midnight. When her doctor checked her, she was 6cm…


Yasmine was born twice. First, as a baby girl on the 3rd of July, on a grey cloudy day; and then again, as an adult on the 13th of May, on a clear cloudless day.

A few weeks earlier, she had strolled into a private hospital in search of a breast clinic. She met a nurse who gave her directions, but she missed the entrance and got in through the back. “Excuse me,” she asked one of the cleaners, “where is the reception?”

“It’s on the other side. You seem to have come in through the back. …


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Most students that top their class in the Kenya National Primary and Secondary exams want to become Neurosurgeons. All because of Ben Carson and his gifted hands. Not Susan Karanja. She didn’t wait for an exam mark to determine what she wanted to be. An advertisement did that for her.

In the early 90s when she was 10 years old, she spotted an image of a man on a billboard whose body resembled a straight line. His skin was stretched tight over his protruding bones making him look shiny and stiff. When she looked into his eyes, it felt like…


When *Diana left work that day, she circled the town thrice while looking in her rearview mirror to make sure no one followed. If any car came too close, or trailed her longer than she thought appropriate, she went around again. “It’s tedious. The paranoia. But no matter how much I told myself to calm down, I couldn’t. The emails and texts on my phone wouldn’t let me,” Diana said.

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Three and a half years ago, Diana’s joys in life had been great, anticipated, hard earned. She had just moved to a remote part of Kenya to start a…


Her first shift was on a Thursday night. “I wasn’t sure what to wear,” Edith told me. But it didn’t matter because one of the technicians later gave her an oversized labcoat to don. There were three of them slotted for that shift — two ladies and a gentleman. As she walked to work, she felt a chill travel down her spine like an invisible hand. The night wind was howling in her ear as if taunting her to turn back.

“I knew I couldn’t. The choice was either to work, or go hungry.” When they arrived at the morgue…


“I was not a church girl,” Kate told me. When they moved to Nairobi from Bungoma, Otido attended church every Saturday and wanted her to accompany him. “ But my Saturdays were for sleeping in and socializing. And I didn’t feel like I belonged in that church anyway. If I had to go to church I wanted one with hype — like Mavuno!” So Saturday mornings became a tug of war but because she couldn’t go one way and he another, she would drag herself to the SDA church like a seaweed on the ocean floor.

Two things changed her…


Kate and I arrived for the interview at the same time. But I ran ahead of her so that I would look like I got there first.

When she finally caught up with me, I was seated by the pool facing the direction she was coming from. The moment I saw her, the first thought that came to my mind was, ‘stunning!’ Her stomach was like the flat floor, her skin smooth.

“You definitely don’t look like a mother of four,” I said to her as I stood to greet her.

She laughed. The kind of laugh that tells you…


The first time Maureen was left alone in her house at night, she lay still in her bed unable to sleep. She took in long, slow breaths hoping to exhale her pain along with the air in her lungs. Suddenly, she was startled by the sound of a car outside. She didn’t need to look out the window to know it was her husband. He used to drive into the compound as if he was in a car chase, rev the engine and then lift the handbrake so hard, the sound would reach her ears. On this particular night, it…


Folk today we have a guest writer for the blog — my sister Janet Adongo.

His was my first close encounter with death.

We had lost uncles, aunts, cousins and even my grandfather before him, but it never cut as close. My mother had successfully shielded us from life’s sorrows. We only realized just how much she was carrying when he died — twenty years ago today. When we were pushed and shoved as we tried to take our place during the funeral rites. …

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