#kenyan creative

Imba.| 2.10.2021 Existential and forming,— how we cling to unimaginable phonology our way to communicate with ourselves has evolved us and those finding comfort into our words too. —We are in strange ties as forms and we can not for life of us begin to imagine where to start when we become challenged by the world so out of sorts out of our control so we leave it, we let it go and focus on the…

20.4.2026 | And Here We Are Done. (Long Live The Queen of Hearts) So here we are—caged, locked.There is something to be said about accesswhen your hand—no, your heart—is forced to repeat what you already understand—I mean, understood—but do not want to hear. And you hear it time and time again. You’re faced with the exact same path,and you fall—stumble—into the same damn hole. And you think…

We are flamed to water it all. | 14.10.25 I am sleepy, I am feeling my body take over for us here in this world I have been told what I am and this time I believed it, this time I am feeling us crack from the inside of our mind my heart has nothing left to offer me, she is still picking up the other pieces of my bones, sharp she is bleeding for me in a place that is dark, I can hear a child in…

Frost. | 7.7.24 Don’t sleep in spaces that take heartbeats for ransom, I can hear how my garden is pulling at my heart for a love lost in spaces that thought to fill where he left, reminds me how we speak in half truths, telling us to believe blood is thicker then water but they never say why, they never say how or who or when, they forgive to mention that it is unfinished. When you were…

Frost. | 7.7.24 Don’t sleep in spaces that take heartbeats for ransom, I can hear how my garden is pulling at my heart for a love lost in spaces that thought to fill where he left, reminds me how we speak in half truths, telling us to believe blood is thicker then water but they never say why, they never say how or who or when, they forgive to mention that it is unfinished. When you were…

Frost. | 7.7.24 Don’t sleep in spaces that take heartbeats for ransom, I can hear how my garden is pulling at my heart for a love lost in spaces that thought to fill where he left, reminds me how we speak in half truths, telling us to believe blood is thicker then water but they never say why, they never say how or who or when, they forgive to mention that it is unfinished. When you were…

My name is Fatma, but you can call me Guye. | 24.02.2024 I hear you loud and clear, you watching the tree’s talk to each other and blame it on the wind, its fine this way you think standing feet rooted to the door step of your home you take a deep breath, –knock knock.– Come in, and kindly leave your shoes by the door in this household we like to feel again, come in, respectfully gage my…