Her laughter floats through the room like a genie from a bottle and tickles the back of my neck. As always, my body reacts even before my mind registers her, the way animals smell a tsunami coming when it’s still working up its wrath at the bottom of the ocean. And because her energy pulses […]
Long Read Ahead. * The train lurches forward at exactly 3 PM. I watch as the stationary containers fall away against the backdrop of a clump of clouds. Just as we leave the Mombasa terminus, rain starts pelting, forming rivulets that run down the large windows of the train. Passengers’ voices grow more and more […]
Previously in Taste of Mel As told by Mel * World Cup season finds me in Ukunda, South Coast for a three-day intercultural conference. Makena hooked me up with this photography gig but I couldn’t bring Sally because she’s taking a videography class. She would’ve been happy to ditch it for the beach but I […]
On this sleepless, February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window, watching the quiet rustling of dried, palm leaves dancing in the mild breeze. The heat hangs in the air like an unannounced guest on a Saturday morning. I let the strap on my pink, satin nightdress fall off my shoulder, […]
So there I was, broken; broken in every possible form –emotionally, physically, spiritually, sexually… There I was drenched in brokenness, the stench of bitterness reeking off me like alcohol on a drunkard. Bitterness was my vice now, after all, I was a battered woman; battered and beaten down by life, scorned by one too many. I […]
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