Posts from Olongo Africa

When I break, does God break too?

The boys filed into the school auditorium like young colonels marching in a single line.

The expats who fled Kenya in the wake of the COVID-19 crisis showed us where their true loyalty lies.

Books are markers of a time no longer within reach.

once I step inside an elevator I give myself to the machine

Bring me the bath water and soap

a girl coaxed me outside the cage of grief

you can't tell someone how to deal with their misfortune

Find a poet from your country or your people and read their work as a gift from them to you.

remember the year you'd almost died?

He never smiled or frowned, barely ever acknowledged anyone, only focused on that one job: heaving.

harm is swifter than healing.

'I don’t want to hear that you went to the protest,' she says. 'Inugo?'