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. …

‘I can’t wait for this baby to come out.’ Is a statement commonly said by sleep deprived, exhausted, heavily pregnant mothers in their third trimester. Not me. When someone else wanted their baby out, I wanted mine to stay in. I wanted it so badly I knelt down on all fours on the cold floor of a toilet and placed my palms in between my legs.

Four months before that day, I lay still on a stretcher in an ultrasound room trying hard not to pee. If you want to practice your kegels, go for a pelvic ultrasound. Nothing beats…

Bernice steps on to the runway; her heart feels like a speeding car without brakes. When she takes the next step, the lights blind her. Amidst the cheers, she can hear the multiplied shutter of the cameras. ‘Don’t look at the lights,’ she echoes to herself. She drains out the noise, angles her eyes to a dark spot in the hall and whispers a prayer, “Please spare me today.” And she walks the runway. On the surface, she is the poster child for confidence and poise, but beneath the layers she is in a wrestling ring fighting for her life!

The first time I told him about a girl, I was in high school.

“I will marry that girl someday dad. I have loved her from when we were in primary school.”

Dad chuckled, “Love eh? That one Hawi, you will forget about. Wait and see.”

“You don’t get it dad, she…”

“I do. I get it.”

And true to his words, I forgot about her, went on to finish high school and plunged into the daily grind. Once when I travelled home to visit, dad asked me, “Still single? With all your good looks? Take your time son. …

On March 13 2020, Noni walked into the waiting room of a renowned pulmonologist. For those in the tent, this is a physician who specializes in the respiratory system. She was there with her five year old, asthmatic son. After registration, she scanned the room for a place to sit and was met with sounds of running noses and congested chests. ‘Must be the flu season,’ she thought as she jostled into a corner to wait her turn. Later, while she paid her final bill, the first case of covid 19 was announced in Kenya.

Noni first saw the word…

Have you ever stood over a pot of milk, waiting for the precise moment it boils, only for you to look away for a second and hear the familiar sound of the milk bubbling over? For 27 year old Suzi, her boiling point was at a distance. Everything that could go well in her life, had. She had a great job, a stable income, a loving supportive family and was expecting her second child. Until the 2nd of July when her face changed and her milk bubbled over.

On that day, Suzi was on her way back to Nairobi from…


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