Her legacy emerges through these complexities
Rasna Warah’s contributions to journalism and social discourse cannot be understated. She was fearless and deeply committed to using her voice to expose corruption, inequality, and governance and social failures. I read her work and respected and admired her for it. However, some of her views were not without controversy, as she faced criticism for […]
Rasna Warah, we speak your name
Rasna Warah’s voice was always lucid, never quivering, her resolve never wavering as she spoke in the name of justice. The loss of Rasna Warah is immense as she was an amplifier of many important voices speaking up for social justice and anti-imperialism. Rasna Warah’s spirit will live on in the voices she amplified, the […]
I can only say thank you to her
All you really want, when you get into the messy, highly guarded, ruthless world of writing, full of mostly unwarranted ego and an editor who hates you, is for someone to read you. Anyone, really. Of course you want to write for yourself, but you want someone else to agree with you. You want one […]
My Many Phone Calls With Rasna Warah
An unlikely sisterhood forms through hours-long phone calls.
Finding and Losing Rasna Warah
Rasna Warah and her writing impacted generations. This is what she meant to Debunk.
Who Was Rasna Warah?
From writing pithy op-eds to her wide ranging analysis, to her fiction and nonfiction, nothing will shine a light on who Rasna Warah was more than reading her writing.
The Lifesavers of Kibra
During crises, people prefer stories of the miraculous rescues and escapes, acts of heroism, bravery and selflessness. Rarely does anyone focus on the grim, monotonous, and challenging aspects of disaster response.
Growing Up Through Sarafina: Kenya’s First, Second and Third Liberations
I am not sure whether I am awake or I am dreaming. I am also not sure what day of the week it is, but since we are having mukimo for supper, it must be Saturday. I am seven years old. My old man fishes out a video tape and pushes it into the mouth of the JVC video cassette recorder. The JVC swallows the video tape, gurgles for a bit, pretends to choke and then belches. After some manyunyu, images start to appear on our black kisogo Sony TV. On screen a train chugs by and in a split second a handful of silhouettes emerge out of nowhere, between the rail track and the indigo backdrop of dawn.
A Writer’s Diary: Leaving Nairobi for Iten
Iten had waited and encompassed me with its allure
Njoroge Muthoni
Everyday grief, the body and making films in the pandemic.
