Conversations with Mama , Mkate Nusu
She Says: Weed is Cultural

When my mum was a little girl periodically my great granddad would send her to look for a specific type of small pebbles. Every time she would ask what they were for, he would chew her out for questioning an adult. The answer was always, “go and ask your mother, you shouldn’t ask your granddad

Life , Mkate Nusu
Kenya’s Electoral Circus

I told my sister that my mind was made up; it would only change by an act of God. I was done with Kenya’s 2017 election. The presidential candidates guffaw. All the way down to the other 5 political positions of Governor, MP, Women’s representative, MCA and senator. I was done, no one spoke policy,

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Tragedy
Fat Chance

“Henry! Are you at home?” “Yes Dad. Why?” “Turn on the TV to Citizen.” “What for Dad?” “Just watch it Henry!” “Fine!” Henry lets off with a sigh and hangs up. Henry reaches out to the coffee table for the remote. “What the hell is this all about this time?” he grumbled as he turned

Comedy , Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu
Tweedle Dee & Tweedlee Dumb

Thud! Thud! “Ouch! Darn it Munyao! Can’t you leave things the way I…Ouch! AGAIN!” “Ssssshhhhh!” “What the? Why am I being shoooshed? Who is tha….” “Ssssshhhhh!” “Munyao is that….” “Ssssshhhhh!” Thud! Thud! Crash! And a freefall scream. Thud! “Ouch! I don’t think I can move.” “I told you to stay quiet?” “How would that have

Blog , Mkate Nusu , She Says
She Says: Raise Your Voice!

The past few weeks have been an uphill mental battle within myself; wondering where the mojo went with my writing. Yes, I know I am to write because it is my duty as a writer, yes, I know through writing you can start or propel importance conversations about pertinent issues. Yes, I get it. For

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Thriller
Trepidation

She lay in a feotal position on the cold red cement floor. She faced the blood stained wall dazed. Her cheeks were stained with white tear marks; her lips were pale, dry and pursed. Her neck had reddish groove like scars. Her body was tense and she gave off a rhythmic wince. Her frock, looked like grandma’s; long



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