Perfectly WOMAN – The Reneeissance

The Whore on the third floor, 6lack free

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 3

Philip. I can smell him. The brightness of the morning has filled up my bedroom too eagerly. Philip is in my bed. And on my skin. And between my thighs. And tangled in my sheets.[…]

Give My Husband Back

The year is 2018. The time is 11:37 PM, on a Monday night. The location is somewhere along Kandara Road in Kileleshwa, Nairobi. I step out of the shower, I dry myself, tie a towel[…]

Pregnancy, Pregnant, Pregnancy Termination, Abortion

Mother, May I?

You had sex last night? Yes. Why would I care– wait. Was it consensual? Yes. We both wanted it. Good for you. Very much. We’ve been dating for a while now. You’re smiling. It must[…]

Normally, I Would Kiss You – Part 1

How do you do it? How do you grab my senses to yourself? So that when I walk into a room that has you in it, my eyes look for you and don’t rest until[…]

Tell Me Not To Go

Something happened to me two days ago. I was your usual Zach. Chill Zach. Lover of Game of Thrones Zach. Lover of Lifehouse Zach. Lover of Chapati Zach. Lover of Suzzie Zach. I was going[…]

Stay and yell at me, Fatherhood, Daughters, Lifehouse, Natasha Bedingfield

Stay And Yell At Me – Part 3

I had missed my dad. The doctor told my mum that I will be going home soon. I don’t know how soon soon is, but I know it’s not soon enough. That is what my[…]

Don’t Call Me A Single Mother

Mine is the typical story of a failed marriage. You think you have it figured out. You also think he has you figured out. So decidedly, you take a chance on each other. And they[…]

I Want You

I have a good mind to strut in here and pretend that this is not a brand new year. I could go ahead and narrate a story I was told recently, try to make it[…]

Before And After

I hold a wedding invitation card in my hands. A man I know is about to get married. Fancy that! Just a month ago, I held a steak down with a fork, cut out a[…]

Ask Me About My Marriage

Go ahead. Ask me about this man that I loved so much, enough, in fact, to agree to marry him just so that I could spend the rest of my life with him. The rest[…]

The Kiss

If I open that door, he will be standing on the other side. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Wearing a remorseful look. The smile that I had come to know and[…]

Led By A Woman, African Women Leaders Symposium, SafariPark Hotel, Transformative Leadership

You’ve heard it said that women are the real architects of society. Then you have witnessed incidences which negate this saying in the form of women going through so many injustices in the hands of[…]