Spanning 69 years, Rough Silk traces the life of George Auko—a man whose very birth feels steeped in myth. When Achieng Nyongalo gives birth beneath the Otho tree, her blood feeding into the soil as she takes her last breath, Auko’s life begins as hers ends. It is a moment that feels less like coincidence and more like design—an intervention of Juok, the unseen hand that shapes destiny in Luo cosmology.

Panellists shared how social media has made us have “brain rot”. It has shaped our perceptions and ideologies and made us rely on small talk and conversations that don’t build but rather take away our knowledge.

In many ways, the festival became a space where women’s contributions to liberation movements were repositioned from the margins to the centre. Rather than appearing as secondary figures within nationalist narratives, women were discussed as organisers, strategists, educators, and custodians of collective memory

From 7 to 9 May, the Alliance Française de Nairobi will host the fifth edition of Africa Forward Fest, now expanded into a pan-African platform that brings together writers, publishers, translators, and cultural thinkers from across the continent. Timed ahead of the Africa Forward Summit, the festival arrives with a clear sense of intent: To move beyond celebration and into the harder work of connection, circulation, and influence.

Perhaps, after all, he had been in love with her despite her loose life. Such a beautiful woman, he lamented. Her voice haunted him, Oh Jona, you’re such a wonderful man Jona, you know your job, she cried whenever they were making love. Unfortunately, Anita had a mysterious character named Maruka who “kept” her. Perhaps, after the bitter incident that nearly cost Kinama his life, Maruka had decided to hide Anita in a secret place. Or perhaps he had murdered her; he was the kind of man who would murder a woman if provoked seriously

Now I have become a man, he thought. Dear Eve, where is that Ema now so we can play darts together? But his mind could not dwell on one thought for a minute anymore. Why should he waste his time thinking about a woman who could as well be somebody’s wife? With that thought, he started walking automatically, yet hunting with his eyes… or just waiting for the right thought. A pretty, small girl with round features passed by him fast, sounding her heels on the pavement. He thought she walked elegantly and seductively. What about her? He was thinking about her when he collided with a man shoulder-to-shoulder.