Creative Corner

I stand on the brink of language, words drift away like smoke, each syllable a hidden stone each accent a chain— my tongue, a foreign river unable to merge into the sea of your understanding. In [...]

the thief has made me a gift of his night’s booty —Wamda Coleman   before the grand festival// i imported second-hand native drums// foreign wound for a local blood that would swallow caskets for [...]

you won’t find lime, oranges, nor breadfruits: but an array of black bodies carted away from their homes by local chiefs, awaiting to be handpicked like cotton by colonizers for trinkets or [...]

I stand at the edge of the airport, the constant hum of suitcase wheels and the chatter of travelers filling the air. Another oversized bag in my hands, I heave it onto the conveyor belt. I know [...]

His death chilled me to the bones. Was it the compact layers or the spongy layers of my bones? I couldn’t discern. Not because I do not want to, but because I chose not to. My father, as a [...]

Nyogokuru’s house sits on the sun-kissed hills of Nyanza, amidst the blooming jacaranda trees and the humming of birds in the air. I sit on my bed and scribble in my almost-tattered, yet nearly [...]

Growing up, albinism was never really something I thought about. My childhood was a happy blur of playing outside, laughing with friends, and dreaming about the future—just like any other kid. My [...]

I sat looking at the blank page on my laptop; that blinking cursor was relentless, almost mocking me as if I could not put pen to paper. At 24, one would expect me to have ideas racing through my [...]

E. Joseph Cossman once said, “The greatest power is often simple patience.” I concur wholeheartedly, as this principle was embodied in the way my father built our home. As a child, I remember [...]

In this edition, Lise interviews Patrick Nzabonimpa (Tom), a Rwandan writer, poet, and journalist. Patrick, the Country Coordinator of WSA-Rwanda since 2020, shares his journey from high school [...]