Books

The Havoc of Choice

Long-held captive by her father’s shadow of corruption, Kavata has spent her life suffocated by political machinations. When her husband decides to run…

The Ghost Eater & Other Stories

Thirty-one new writers make their debut in The Ghost-Eater and Other Stories, a collection compiled by Diane Awerbuck and edited by Louis Greenberg…

African Voices: Poetry & Tales

African poetry is unique in its complexity, both because of its linguistic diversity and the devastating impact of colonialism and slavery. From the traditional oral…

Articles & Essays

Visiting Kigali

I was once asked to organise a panel discussion at the University of Cape Town’s creative writing department, which featured Nigerian writer and art historian Teju Cole. I recall meeting him before the event...

Visiting Kigali

I was once asked to organise a panel discussion at the University of Cape Town’s creative writing department, which featured Nigerian writer and art historian Teju Cole. I recall meeting him before the event...

Visiting Kigali

I was once asked to organise a panel discussion at the University of Cape Town’s creative writing department, which featured Nigerian writer and art historian Teju Cole. I recall meeting him before the event...

Lady McMillan, the Library

Once upon a time, Sir William Northrup McMillan journeyed through Africa and settled in Kenya with his wife, Lady Lucie McMillan...

A hairy little thing called race

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s writing often fills me with passionate rage and desperate envy. I have said this to anyone who will listen...

12 steps to make him love you

Dear Cosmo obsessed Shyro, This is me trying to save you from the heart pain and shame that will follow you to your grave if you keep flipping ...

Wainaina's endearing head in the clouds memoir

Binyavanga Wainaina’s memoir took him six years to write because “the problem with the world is that it just refuses to...

The sheer joy of hearing ideas

It would have been great to be around decades ago when the only thing to do once the sun set was to gather the young ones around the fire and distract...

Papa wasn't a rolling stone

I see you. Sitting there in the house we grew up in, trying to figure out how to get as far away as you can from the fact that Dad has just died...