As I am writing this, it is exactly ten days since the passing of the Tanzanian veteran journalist Gabriel Pereira Mgaya, known as Gabby Mgaya. I was recently in Tanzania, an exciting time, to see my family after two years. I would have called Mr. Mgaya (in Tanzania, we do not address our elders by…
By Corona Kimaro Cermak Jai the albino cow is a beautiful story. Why did you decide to write about albinism?The original idea, as is in my morgue file, was neither African nor about albinism. The idea to write about a cow protagonist came to me while on a nature holiday in Austria, after a calf…
The NYC Big Book Award recognized Jai the Albino Cow: Jai Ng’ombe Zeruzeru in the category of Multicultural Fiction as a distinguished favorite. Title: Jai the Albino Cow: Jai Ng’ombe ZeruzeruAuthor: Gloria D. GonsalvesIllustrator: Nikki Ng’ombeReading age: Baby – 12 yearsGrade level: Kindergarten – 6Language: bilingual (English and Kiswahili) Can an albino cow possess abilities…
For Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day Grieving, they say, is the cousinof loneliness, bonded throughcloseness or distant blood.You left my body the same way.Slipped away silently, as far kinof my clan, and yet closer for Istill, feel the knives cutting throughthe womb where I had you alive. Our conversation was one-sided,but I knew you…
Danloria ist ein Wald, der in den sieben Hügeln Germanias liegt. Nicht alle, die in Germania leben, wissen von ihm. Karl ist ein kleiner Junge, der Waldspaziergänge mit seinem Vater liebt. Eines Tages ist sein Vater krank und so wird Karl vom weisen Farn zum ersten Mal allein in den Wald geführt. Dieses Abenteuer besiegelt…
Stone after stone he throws into the river,and the water rippling waves of laughter,to meet the tiny feet kissing the shoreline. I, his mother of three years watch in awethe sacred gift before me, my son, and a riverthat brings me each day a pebble from life. I swell into an ocean from praise,“Mama, are…
Bluebells are here, some loweringtheir necks downwards as if shyof admirers, of intruders, of critics.Some days, a writer feels this way. Some days, a writer feels this waylike bluebells stretching their necksupwards towards the arrival of summerwhere life is a meadow of wild ideas. Where life is a meadow of wild ideas,the joy of writing…
Father’s Day or any other dayI am here learning life, like ason, brother, uncle, father, or friend.And when I fail, please remembermy heart is still learning for you. When wars of life overthrow theemay you find peace from this revelation;I may not be your hero father of todaybut in you is the conqueror of the…
Beloved one at the rim to the other side.Today, I bring you my companionship with words,for I will never claim to know your journey to this point. Before we converse, I ask you to put away the rope,the rope you are holding so tight as a bridge away from this world. It is dark, and…
This poem is inspired by the photo above, which was taken in August 2020 while on holiday in Austria. DIRISHANI Aliyezoea shombo hafungui dirishakwake mnuko shobo ndiyo maisha.Roho yako sio mtumwa wa uchafuifungulie dirisha lake ya nuru takatifu.Anayekubeza kwa kauli zake uvundomwambie dirisha lako lina kali nondo.Wasifu wako bado unawaka chetezoninukisha waliomo ndani na pembezoni.Kuwa…