The Last Dance

As though I haven’t talked about my people enough already, here’s another eye-rolling reminder that I am married to a man whose moniker in my stories is GB.  We have two children, Muna is seven and is in grade one.  Njeeh is two, he’s now wearing Spiderman underwear and is

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A boy called Mike

I used to mentor a young man called Mike. Michael Njuguna Muthaka. Aka Mike. Mike was 21 when I met him in 2016 at our creative writing masterclass with Bikozulu. He was fresh-faced with the cheeks of a goldfish, cheeks you wanted to pinch. He had a mop of healthy hair

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Njeeh is born

It is 1a.m when I text my girls and my family group on WhatsApp: I am in labour. Headed to hosi. Pray for us. Today is September 4, 2020. A Friday. There is still a country-wide curfew here in Kenya, because of Covid-19 – Government said that everyone should be

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This is home

I bet you have never been to Kaplong. Hell, I bet you have not even heard about it before. I would not blame you, though – Kaplong is a sleepy little nondescript town that no one talks enough about. We were down there over Easter (me, my siblings, our personal

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To Valentine

A reader WhatsApp’d me this message: Hello, Bett. I have a question. Apart from consistently writing and reading books, is there a specific thing or things you do to improve your craft? Even the reading, is there a given writer or books you find yourself consuming for the purpose of

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His name is Christopher

How it goes with these things is, sometimes, you are not ready. No one is ever truly ready for anything, I’ll tell you that, but you just have to be ready enough. Ready enough for the experience. Ready enough to experience it as wholesomely as it was intended. The classic

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