Author: Gathoni wa Wairura

Gathoni wa Wairura (she/her) -A Kenyan Danish writer. Living in Denmark since 2008. Gathoni is passionate about stories and uses her passion to tell stories that matter, of women in abusive relationships, of minority groups, stories that challenge stereotypes. These can be found in form of three self-published biographies, which include: AYAH- A girl’s race against time for a chance to walk (2021)., My Journey with Joanna (2021)., My Journey with Joanna Continues (2023). Gathoni is also a dramaturge and a playwright. She was a co-writer and a dramaturge for the Exhibition and performance pieces -Blinkered - a part of Embodied Journeys (2023) – performed at the Den Frie Contemporary Art Museum in Copenhagen, as well as a European funded performance piece Sankofa (2024) - performed at Union in Copenhagen, Denmark. Gathoni has written a yet to be published play- Invisible Faces – About African women living in Denmark (2024). Conversations- Gathoni is also a speaker on matters related to literature and postcolonialism in various schools around Copenhagen. For more information, kindly check her out at www.gathoniwawairura.com Email: gathoniwawairura@gmail.com Follow Gathoni on social media : https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063628848088 https://www.instagram.com/gathoniwawairura/

We Belong

Hallo, my future friend I’ll tell you, my story, if you care to listen If you promise, to trust me, with yours I’m a child of two villages, two cities, I’m a child of two countries, two continents, A child of this planet, that we share Where we all belong in equal measure Where we […]

The Familiar Stranger

My phone beeped as I left the University’s library that windy evening in May. I walked with my hands sheltered in warm gloves and the rest of my body covered in a dark green coat that I had bought in Gikomba market months before. The long, lazy sunsets were a joy, I formed stories in […]

A Love Letter to Sofia

Dear Sofia, Your gentle touch disarms me And makes me sing of your self-effacing beauty Of your great wealth and wisdom, of your pain and your persevering spirit Of the passion in the voices of your artists.   Tell me your secrets, buried deep beneath the cobbled streets Share with me your memories, resting upon […]

Let’s Pretend

“Be at my place at eight thirty.” I’d told her when we left work at three that Saturday afternoon. The sounds of Toni Braxton ‘He wasn’t man enough’ became louder and louder and soon, a black Nissan Pathfinder pulled out at my packing lot. Aisha turned off the car, took her Gucci handbag, and looked […]

Regrets

And when I told her I was Kenyan, she said, ‘Then I must marry you.’  I could feel myself blushing, my cheeks, my neck, my whole body was burning. I wanted to say yes, like the way they do in the movies, you know.