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Abigail Arunga has been a prominent figure in the Kenyan creative scene for the past 12 years with a passion for arts, pop culture, current affairs, and social justice. Abigail is a writer, author, editor, columnist, moderator, scriptwriter, social media manager, influencer, publicist, poet, copywriter, bookstore owner, quizmaster, podcaster, and MC. Her impressive portfolio includes serving as a…

#NEWPOST A quest for stars | by @AbigailArunga #TwawezaLive

Everyone has a secret life that they always thought they could have. If they weren’t living the life they were living in right now. If circumstances had gone differently, you know what I mean? Like if your parents hadn’t said you absolutely must do engineering. Or if at some point during your high school education, before they cancelled Woodwork, you had picked up a semblance of talent. I’ve…

#NEWPOST My Only Child | by @AbigailArunga

To be honest, there’s only two reasons I’ve ever wanted a credit card. To travel easier, and for my car.

The first is pretty self explanatory. I’ve never been able to truly understand people who don’t like travel. How can you not want to see new places and cultures? What does that even mean? How can you watch a movie and not want to see the canals of Amsterdam, or the headiness of Havana, or the…

#NewPost #Poetry Addis | by @AbigailArunga

So when I came back, everyone decided I was foreign – and not just because my accent was thick and faltering over the sir that we were supposed to call Mr Iddi, instead of sah, like massa, when I’m trying to get his attention in class,

And not because I talked fast or people heard slow even when they listen to music and write down lyrics just fine,

But also because every time one of the boys…

#NEWPOST The Way These Things Usually End by @AbigailArunga cc @AkelLove

1 The way this one ends is with me in a not-too-sanitary club bathroom, clutching the girl he left me for, as we both cry, snot-nosed, heavy-hearted, confused. That wasn’t meant to happen quite like that. I wasn’t meant to be those girls – you know those girls who end up tipsy and tearful in the middle of a booming, boisterous night? – but then I saw her and for some reason there was a switch we…

There was an angry looking red gash on my underwear and I was pretty convinced I was dying. My mother, however, told my panicked 11 year old self that I had started my period, and then went back to reading the paper. It was that simple. I don’t remember ever having to be taught how to use a pad – my precocious self had been in enough classes where the teachers showed us that. What I do remember…

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Poem 4 | by Abigail Arunga

I like the airport. It feels like the spirit of hopes and goodbyes. Things made and broken. Mothers and daughters in matching black Bata Ngomas.

Abigail Arunga

Abigail Arunga writes on her site: Akello and is also a columnist on Daily Nation. She has previously published a poetry collection titled Akello and plans on releasing her next book on February 2016.

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