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By Beautlyn Eliab Growing up, I always spend my school holidays in the village with my grandparents. Evenings in our village always ended the same way with Tino'o (my grandmother) Irave sitting by the fire, her voice rising above the crackle of burning wood. The air would smell of smoke and damp soil, and children would crowd around her knees, our faces half-lit by the flames. She would tell us stories about the old days, how words were born, how names remember, how every sou

By Malia Vaurasi

By Martha Fancy Brown Ngugi wa Thiong’o, a famous Kenyan author, academic, and storyteller, once said in his book, ‘Decolonising of the...