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The world was a lot quieter. The sun was already down. There were no more movies to watch, there was no more work to do.Your behavior is under scrutiny again. It was that time. The time, grief starts to deepen. It was one night made for torture and for savoring of loneliness. Blissful and a familiar night. "I wish I was more productive. I wish the universe was kinder to me. I wish I didn't say that. I wish I wasn't like this. I wish I could get a job soon to help my family. I wish I would get married soon. I wish I had more money. I wish I didn't have this illness". It was such a night, where your brain was getting brutish again. The past is full of contrition and the future full of agitation. "You see, there are no pretty pink flowers in the woods at night". You hate 6ams. It's that time again. "Drink a lot of water, exercise and be productive to get your life in order" time of the day. Can we ever get our lives in order? Is there such a

  By Hanifa Adan  Female genital mutilation (FGM) involves the partial or total removal of external female genitalia or other injury to the female genital organs for non-medical reasons according to WHO. It's still one of the most neanderthal cultures that is practised. These girls find themselves in despondency where the improbable and implausible turn outs are as common as they can be. The culture you're born into is what you become, they say. We take a look at three victims of FGM in the Cushitic culture and how surreal it was for them.  According to official UNICEF figures (2020), FGM affects at least 200 million women and girls in 31 countries worldwide. This figure only includes countries where there is available data from large-scale representative surveys, which consist of 27 countries from the African continent, as well as Iraq, Yemen, the Maldives, and Indonesia. It is widely acknowledged that this presents an incomplete picture of this global phenomenon. The World He

        Homeless, jobless and hopeless. A story of seven guys that are still collecting the pieces left of their lives after the Kariobangi demolition on 4 May 2020.They were neighbors and good friends before the demolition rendered them homeless. They are surviving in what's left of the houses, four guys sharing one mattress and the rest sleeping on a sofa in  houses that are hollowed-out versions of their former selves. A statement,  to lives and hopes once lived by the residents who now scrape by on aid handouts and the bare minimum for survival.  The scenes were forlorn  and one could easily mistake it for a war-torn area. The environment was full of leftovers from the demolition, you take one step and you encounter some broken glass or scattered woods. You could still hear the ghost-like noise the bulldozers left behind that kept reminding them of that horrific morning. How far is too far? We have most people striving to put  food on the table,  having to worry about the ongoi

By Hanifa Adan  "Being a mother does not begin with giving birth, it's not about preparing for the nitty gritty of giving birth either but rather having a compassionate and caring heart" says Everlyne Opati, a 45 year old mother of 60 kids, 58 of whom she did not birth.  Everlyne runs a center for kids that have been abandoned and left out to die. She has been that one blanket that covered the kids from the world's fridigness.  Kaloleni support care centre was founded in 2006. It is based in south B,near the shopping center area. Everlyne explains the inspiration behind it.  "Life has never once been a lap-of-luxury for me when growing up. Our family was extremely poor and the days when we'd get comfortable meals were countable. I have a sick mother whom I've been taking care of alone ever since my husband died. My husband was my pillar of strength and my daily breath of fresh air. I have been raising my two kids alone too. There was a sorrowful incident

 "It's ITS!!! It's ITS!!!" My sister was at it again with her amplified voice so early in the morning. I darted down to the sitting room to watch the news. "It's 104 million today by the grace of Allah!". My sister pinched me hard and shhhhed me so my parents wouldn't hear and I oooppsed my way into silence. The elderly don't like them for the apparent reason of two wrongs not making a right but I know that's just an excuse to cover their hypocrisy. ITS is a revolutionary group that started in 2015. There are so many rumors surrounding them and who their leader is but there are no dead ends to the continuous ambiguity. I've followed every single update and activity they've done so far and I'm their biggest aficionado. From stealing funds from the empire to destroying the emirs' properties and airing out their dirty laundry. It was always a sight. I'd love to see the king's expression,  that bloody descendant of Genghis

                 The non sequiturs of life Are you the type that dips bread into the tea or the one that gracefully creases the bread, takes a bite and has a sip? Is it data or dayta? Rachel-Ross or Rachel-Joey?Did you ever forgive Heinsenberg for watching Jane die? Sunsets or sunrise? Do you fantasize about your life before going to sleep? - reminiscing about the old lover that's now a skeleton of the past or are the dead-on arrival type? How does forgiveness taste like? How does self forgiveness work?  “I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night” If your wounds were to be patched together to form an African map, would you walk on it barefoot, with shoes or will you tiptoe? Would you take notice of Madagascar? The wound that is part of you but somehow you try to distance yourself from it when infact it holds beautiful discoveries insi