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An ode to the beginner

Today, I got my rejection as an academic writer. Some of you don't know this, but besides being a writer, I am also a doctoral student...

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My Mother Tongue

Check out my poem recently published by Brittle Paper! I am very excited to share this poem which found a home in Brittle Paper. I have...

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Songs of the Lupine

Long overdue, but I am finally sharing these poems from June, 2021, two of which were featured in the Finnish-African Literature Arts...

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Radio Street

I live on Radio Street, in Finnish, Radiokatu. Most days when my research gives me trouble, which it always does, I think of it as a sign...

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Where 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...

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Sunset

Gravity wins when the fiery sun falls into the glittering sea, and the sky stains with hues of red. A light breeze strokes the calming...

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Kipilipili

Mornings 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...

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Fishing 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...

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My 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...