Munira's Mind
Fragments of Whys of My Writing
A few years ago, maybe more actually, I was going through it with Nyayo House as narrated in Room 15, a short story in my
Munira's Mind
Who Built the Ark?
Growing up in Marsabit was a blend of proximity and distance that allowed us certain freedoms. I was lucky to be a child before electricity
Places
Afar: The Ends of Earth
We are in Semera, the capital of Afar Region. The heat in the airconless hotel lobby is melting our flesh. We sweat, water dripping out
Places
Hawassa, The Wide Body of Water and Life
A mother plays with her little girl by the roadside. The beautiful baby girl sits atop her mother’s lap and attempts to tickle her. The
Munira's Mind
Sheep-Tail Fat
This writing is something I was supposed to do immediately after Eid-ul Ad’ha but then you know, I stood in my own way, as Charley
Munira's Mind
The Language of my Volatility
The Language of My Volatility Most of us claim to resort to our vernaculars when in the depths of pain or joy. All the
Poetry
Playing Catch-up
You ain’t seen me in a while but I’m good. I ain’t worried much these days, and it’s been a bliss. Met a man and
Munira's Mind
The Hope That You Lived Well
My thoughts are often morbid but they don’t start out like that. Lately, however, a transformation that I cannot recall, happening, drifts my morbid thoughts
Munira's Mind
Fatherly Vignettes
Father carries the yellow spray pump on his back. We are headed to my grandparents’ home to spray the goats. Ticks and fleas are running
Opinions
The Cultic Conglomerate of Readers
I can tell I look: either really good or really bad because, the stares. I balance the attention like a pot of water on my