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Uncategorized I met PJ Mofokeng in Franschhoek, Western Cape. PJ took up space. He was loud, in the sense of a man who knows for...
In 1919, a man named Arap Moi (nothing associated with the former president) walked from Mutei to Karonai, to visit his son...
I always thought of angels. I wondered what it felt like to be one, to illuminate from within with divine light as...
Imagine 1924, in the settler farms of Uasin Gishu. Arap Amdany is 22 years old and has been employed by a Scottish...
Kabon’s first husband, was a man from Mutei, whom she only referred to as Tililio. She went to his house, carrying a...
Begin from a place of love A place of deep memory And of brotherhood That place which held you While you waited...
He told me that Rwanda has the highest concentration of tin in the world, and that this tin is used in almost...
I have many names. My fondest were my childhood nicknames, Dodo and Mod, used only by my siblings and never uttered outside...
My mum went to Iten yesterday and met a teacher from Kessup Girls. The teacher told her that he had seen her...
We had an orchard at our farm in Iten. On a section of land that was sunken and completely surrounded by a...
Sometimes when dawn spreads, Her rosy fingertips It bleaches upon a skeleton Of a poet who sat too long Through many cold...
If I lay down and became the earth, and my breasts two Indian temples, carved from red sandstone, more beautiful than the...
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About me
Hello, my name is Kiprop Kimutai. I am a Kenyan writer whose fiction has appeared in The Evergreen Review, The Johannesburg Review of Books, Kwani? Trust, Jalada Africa, Painted Bride Quarterly and No Tokens.
I was a 2023 Miles Morland Scholar, a 2019 Maison Baldwin fellow and has been a finalist for the Gerald Kraak award. Currently am working on my début novel, THE FREEDOM OF BIRDS, which won the 2023 Graywolf Press African Fiction Prize, and a collection of stories themed around desire and alienation.