When the angel of death plotted my death, he convinced me to be patriotic. I sat at a makeshift desk and signed attestation forms and, months later, took the Oath of Allegiance. In Somalia, the world floated cloud-like upon the billowing smokes of explosions; my eyes stung from the combustion of gunpowder. Scarlet blood seeped
Every time there is news of another ambush, another IED attack, against KDF troops, I pray: God, don’t let my children lose their father, don’t make me a widow.
Today I woke up to a thousand and one WhatsApp messages, Twitter and Facebook notifications, and ‘I-tried-calling-yous’ from family and friends: the worst of al-Shabaab attack on a Kenya Defence Forces’ position in Somalia.
I prayed: If soldiers have to die, let him not be amongst them. Kill others, but not him.
Planet Spyria, Spyria Year 4720, Spyria High Council meeting. The alien High Command took his seat. He looked at those present through his compound eyes, his mouth a thin line. “We are the guardians of the galaxies,” his voice boomed. “The Multiverse is safe because of us.” Every council member nodded in agreement. “Our artificial
I woke up with a start. The smell of burning flesh congested the air. I did not know it was my skin singeing until I screamed in pain. I’m dying. Oh God, please no. I can’t breathe. My body gave to unknown force, and fell into a dark abysmal hole, head first. “You left me,”
The last time I saw Maimun words poured out of me like water squeezed from a sponge. She covered my mouth with hers as if to swallow a terrible curse that would come back to afflict us. “Forget us, forget me,” she said. Upon us was the moment of partying— my heart cracked. “I will
I used to date a beauty Queen Now I see her in magazines. When the Army came calling they took away my ragged, faded jeans and gave me their Army greens, put me in a barber’s chair and took away my hair. They took away my school certificates and put