Mazi Nwonwu's blog

This is ending as a very good year for me as a writer. First off, I finally got a publisher to take interest in my collection of short s...

I want to be numb, but my soul cries too loud for me to ignore. I am supposed to have grown accustomed to pain, but things happen that...

“Shege Inyamirin, arne kawai!” the man screamed at me as I sprawled on the red earth, my 20 litre water container, which a few moments a...

It was my third application. I paused a while before I typed the address into my mailbox. Twice before, 2010 and 2011, I had answered ...

My earliest memories were of landscapes, or put in a better perspective, hillscapes : beautiful scenery of hills and valleys; the fre...