Business , Communication , Life Lessons
You Aren’t Always the Smartest One in the Room

“Why are you being emotional? This is a fact! That [omitted] African country is poor and in constant conflict because most of its population is illiterate!” This is the edited, more palatable statement a classmate blurted belligerently during a class. I won’t name the African nation he mortifyingly castigated. Still, his statement came from a

Drama , Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu
And Away We Go!

Drum rolls rang in the arena; there was a pregnant silence in the darkness, only slightly illuminated by the spotlight in the centre of the arena. The juggling monkeys and the vegetarian Hyena had already dazzled the crowd. Ella was up next with the usual colossal act, balancing on a beach ball while rolling across

Business , Communication , Life
Know Your Values

During my leadership training called Crucible Lite last year, an evaluation process was conducted by people in my network. There was a lot of great feedback to help me fix my weaker areas and areas I actually shined in but didn’t realise. Today I was reminded of a discussion I had with my coaches, Rosie

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Suspense
Hairy Discovery

It was an incessant meow from the cat. It wasn’t Andrew’s. It didn’t belong to any of his neighbours either. It was a stray cat that one of his neighbours fed with fish bones every other day. The cat was now getting aggressive; when anyone walked into the gate in the evening, it would purr

Life , Life Lessons
How Do We Fix It?

A friend of mine is an environmental journalist extremely passionate about climate change reporting. Throughout the year they have been seeing a steady growing tension and hostility towards them. Just last year when visiting the same areas, there was no hostility they experienced. People were open and were more interested in having their stories told,

Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
What Should I Feel?

Andrea stared up at Johnson’s face and shrugged. There was nothing left to say. Johnson placed his hand on her shoulder to reassure her; he felt an emptiness he had never felt before. Andrea stared quietly outside into the garden through the glass door. She was numb on the inside but staring at the bougainvillaea



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