Neema KombaJun 182 minWhere is home?No one lives in the house we grew up in. It smells like old dust, and in December when Dar es Salaam is hot and humid, it smells like wet...
Neema KombaMay 221 minSunsetGravity wins when the fiery sun falls into the glittering sea, and the sky stains with hues of red. A light breeze strokes the calming...
Neema KombaMay 62 minKipilipiliMornings at my brother’s house is a hectic battle of wills between my niece, her mom, and a comb. My three-year-old niece winces and...
Neema KombaJun 17, 20201 minFishing with Mother. By Neema Komba Every summer when the river dries up, mother and I go fishing. Mother stands in the middle of the river where there is...
Neema KombaOct 9, 20191 minMy very own site, finally!I have wanted to create a website for my writing for quite some time, but I somehow never got to it. There was always one excuse after...
