Debunk Media have this masterpiece out for sale with new editions every quarter. Best storytelling I have read in a LONG time. Memories from digging into new editors of Kwani from years ago, and from leading through Readers digest as a teen have been activated. I love that

We did a thing on the eve of this year's Valentine's Day. For the lovers of literature & storytelling, we brought forth Debunk Quarterly (Debunk Quarterly), a magazine of nonfiction & reportage. It was an evening of food, drinks, readings & conversation. Here's the day's recap.

Journals & magazines launch with a thud, making declarations. To start @debunk_quarterly off, E-in-C Isaac Otidi Amuke makes a non-declaration, rather inviting you to journey to the South of France, to Lamu to Cape Town, to Marsabit, Ridgeways & Greenie, to Kampala, Umo & Riyadh.

Imagine you're an American anthropologist, just landed on Kenya's north coast in the mid-70s to study the Bajuni agriculture-maritime complex for your thesis. What would you expect to find? Paul Goldsmith transports us 40 years back to his experiences in #MagogoniBeforeThePort.

If you ask anyone from any corner of Kenya who grew up in government quarters about their experience, however different the answers may be, there will always be striking similarities. Today we’re #ThinkingBackToGovernmentQuarters with Dalle Abraham Watch the full conversation:

Ever had something that felt truly holy and divine? For Wanja Michuki, that something was water—pools, to be exact. This journey started way back in the baby pool in primary school and has come full circle decades later in adulthood, life unfolding all the while. So today, we're

What’s it like growing up with two fathers, each so different yet somehow so similar, both so present and so influential in shaping who you become? Asha Mwilu has written about her Baba and her Dad in #TheDressMyFatherBoughtMe. Which father, you ask? 😅😅 You’ll have to read her

Ever since David Kaiza first landed in Kampala back in the '80s, the city scared him, and it continued to do so for a long time. He tried to put it into words, but just couldn’t. So, he ended up roaming every street he could find. It took a while, decades actually, but once he got

When you see your reader friend buy more books than they can read in one lifetime, please do not judge them because reading books and collecting them are totally different hobbies. clif got into both, ending up with three libraries: one he put together himself,

‼️TW: This story contains themes of suicide or bodily harm. Reader discretion is advised. By 25, life had really knocked Hadassah Saya down, thanks to a string of tough breaks. And just when she was about to make a final, fatal choice, she remembered her old love for skating—a

“My coach had placed a skateboard on the ground beside my feet and asked me to step on it. Reluctant to try and fail, I shook my head dissenting, claiming not to know how to do it. He was adamant. ‘‘Step on it,’’ he’d said. As soon as I set my foot and weight on the board, a

A country can break your heart. In 2019 I wrote the story of how Mama Victor lost her son(s) to police bullets in Mathare during post election protests in 2017. Now she’s dead, alongside two family members, their house swept by the raging floods in Mathare theelephant.info/analysis/2019/…

‼️TW: This story contains themes of abuse and other bodily harm. Reader discretion is advised. In 2021, Diana Chepkemoi landed in Saudi Arabia with hopes to better her life and her family's. Shortly afterwards, things took a dark turn, the kind she’d only watched in documentaries

‘Ours was a love story, not an attempted murder story’: Rachel Eliza Griffiths on the day her husband, Salman Rushdie, was stabbed theguardian.com/books/2024/apr…

We know it will all soon start sounding like mere statistics - the number of lives lost, the countless flooded/submerged households, the multiple roads rendered impassible. But let's not surrender to fate. Real lives are at stake, as today's photo essay #MathareChronicles shows.

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Langston Hughes died on this day in 1967. Read Hilton Als on the search for the enigmatic poet’s “real” story: nyer.cm/mPcUdUE

Happy 100th birthday to James Baldwin. In 1961, at the age of 37, broke and emotionally spent, he arrived in Istanbul, where he lived on and off for the next ten years. Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi charts this transformative period in the writer's life:yalereview.org/article/azaree…

Where does one stand in order to properly eulogise Rasna Warah ? A rare, courageous, formidable human - imperfections & all - Rasna Warah was unstoppable, till death, at least physically. Impacting generations with her writing, Isaac Otidi Amuke recounts what she meant to Debunk.