Dear Miss LaMore, As I write to you, you are probably still unpacking your suitcases and lining up your closet with the few items you hold on to so dearly. Freshman year is a blast. But it’s a bigger blast when you have that shoe-box space you share with your

Every girl has a pocket of mischievous secrets. And every girl has the one boy who will spill his own blood before he spills any of these secrets. If you want in on the mischief your girl has been up to around town, you don’t ask her pals. Or her

I was lucky to get my first job before I graduated. Besides the job, there was plenty to thank my lucky stars about – the company was prestigious; the staff young and intelligent; the office swanky. Then came the work itself; the challenges the work presented were thrilling and gave

It’s 2354hours. Tuesday the 31st. I keep throwing a cursory glance at the clock on my laptop, five minutes to beating the January 1st deadline. Cut-off, that’s what they call it. I fear that if I don’t publish these pieces before 2014 finds me, the words will magically disappear from

Binyavanga Wainana’s memoir ‘One Day I Shall Write About This Place’ was published by Kwani Trust in 2012.  Binyavanga is the founder of Kwani, a local literary community which mentors and publishes young African writers. Before this memoir, Binyavanga published several books and essays, the most notable being the widely-acclaimed

The literati of Nairobi hopped about with geekful glee all of last week. Kwani was celebrating ten years of growing the creative industry and had invited two writers – two female African writers – to share in the public space: Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor (winner of the 2003 Caine Prize for