By the Idler-in-Chief Here in Nyagenke, Njaanuary creeps in chewing loudly, crunching leaf by leaf, like a determined goat that has discovered an unattended kitchen
They tell the childchoose earlyname your talent at tenand carry it like a passport. They saythe West did it this wayas if history were a
By Shem Onderi I am blamed for food greed,Chewing, eating, always eating,Even when my body shows no need. My tummy never protrudes.I speak too much,
By Shem Onderi They rhyme without a voice,Though they exist for one purpose — to make sound.Each is crafted differently, held together by its own
By Shem Onderi Imagine me flying—Light as a whisper, gliding through the open spaces,High above the noise of humanity,Alone, yet free in my own world.
By Shem Onderi Too young to be an adult,Too tender to carry the weight of motherhood,A teen mother learns too earlyWhat only time should teach.
By M. Awino and Nyang’au Araka Barely two weeks after Raila Odinga’s passing, Kenya still hums with a single, aching refrain; “Raila come home… Agwambo
By Wanjohi wa Makokha The village square waits like a suspended breath,flags now back high on their post, staring limply at the sunset on the
By the Idler-in-Chief At the Nyagenke Group of DEB Primary Schools, academic creativity has reached a level only the angels can interpret. The other day,
By Wanjohi wa Makokha Above the bowed soul, the fly whisk hovers, threads trembling like the last quiver of a star before dawn. The shadow
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