Author: Kuruga
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[asking of name]
When I asked for your name I did not know that questions have force-full answers, I was yet to comprehend the power in knowing a name the powerlessness in being swelled by that which introduces being or the powerful-ness; it is hard to tell I was still in the pre-knowing-you era and was unaware, looking-back-kind-of-ridiculously…
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crackling peace
Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda, Or, with cold hands, after you’ve trudged the rain outside and cucu hands you a steaming cup of dufia after you’ve changed into dry garb, the feeling of your shivering fingers furling…
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roslindale
In this topography where convenience is sold en masse, past the carwash, and past the big rectangle-ish block of building that has a thrift shop where you got a yellow jacket that will brave a hurricane for an hour before succumbing, past the fastfood one where they messed up your order, or fastfood two that…
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ah yes, the moon in your eyes
I have seen the moonlight settle in your eyes – How else can my hands rub your face so, ingratiating themselves with your skin?How you beam like a full spirit stretching forth in the uncertaintyof darkness, of kindness, of darkkindness, of fear. When you move it is outworldly stringing, pulling me into your unceasing expanse, I latch…
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Enroute
12/22/2020 Enroute The probox is traversing the dirt roads that snake their way through the thickets and bushes and the wind is blowing in my face, a cool wind – atypical to the usually scalding weather this part of Kenya is used to. Next to me are two other passengers, one sleeping through the bumpy…
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Gharama ya passpoti
“Mtoto wetu alikuwa huko… miaka kumi na mbili aliishi huko” “Haishi huko tena?” “Aaaaaaa, hata alikuwa keshakuwa raia. Passpoti anayo” “Na?” “Tikiti ya kuenda huko kusoma kalipa yeye. Tikiti ya kurudi nikalipa mwenyewe.” “Mmmm” “Huko alienda kusoma kama wewe tu. Kisha akaanza kazi. Lakini hata uwe raia, bado wewe huko ni mpitanjia. Hawakukubali.” “Aaa nadhani…
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Ćevapi
Nairobi – Now The restaurant was on the implicit border between the good part and the not-so-good part of the city. Its terrace naturally faced the good part, but on the other side, beyond the colourful paintings and the beige wall was a stinking alley and the government’s postal office, forlorn and faded, as if to prove that…
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a string of time
I met Nyamok at the GoodFood Restaurant yesterday. The one at the intersection of Kimathi Street and Kenyatta Avenue. The one that overlooks the Hilliebillie Hotel, where it costs more to buy lunch there than to buy my weekly portion of groceries. When I say I met him, I mean I stumbled into him in…
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our ugly half*
Have you ever set out to search for the missing half? …The half that’s misshapen. Ugly, itchy, heavy, abrasive. Awkward to the hand, gritty on the tongue, platypus of history – stage of how we got here that we’d all prefer to ignore. Have you ever feared what the missing half would reveal? Shailja Patel
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