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One of my favourite memories from my childhood is of my dad reading to me every night. We had a collection of books, and out of them I...

For the past few weeks I have been deeply embedded in the process of learning, and (perhaps even more so) of unlearning. During the...

I open my eyes, my face stale from weeping, and look up through the dappled shadows. My fingers maul through the earth beneath me; it is...

I recently read a speech addressed by Ngugi wa Thioung'o at the 2012 Sunday Times Literary Awards. Thioung'o is a Kenyan writer - his...

The past few months have without a doubt been the most trying of times for me personally. It seemed as if one rockfall after another...

Dear Bloggersphere, Please excuse me while I stumble my way through the this' and thats' of blogging. My name is Kayley Jane, and I am...