Sarah Mwangi

Joined May 2021

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The Tides
My mother often told me stories of her life on the island. Sharing a room with my twin sister, we'd implore our mother with incessant cries to enthrall us in the little stories of her childhood before the lights went out.
By Sarah Mwangi5 years ago in Fiction
Boss Mom
My mom taught me how to cook. Variants of meat, dyed red with chili sauce and garlic powder. Fried rice crisped to perfection. Breads of every flavor: rosemary, honey and herb, banana, sourdough -filling the house with a sweet aroma that always made my mouth water. I would need these skills in college, she’d say. I would cook for my family, she’d hope. I was excited to learn -to pick up a knife and chop and dice. I’m not a very good cook. I set off the smoke alarm in the kitchen. Twice.
By Sarah Mwangi5 years ago in Families
A Summertime Sonnet
The summer season hangs low with the thick stickiness of pure honey, slow, outwardly stagnant. Sirens of chirping birds, trickling waters, soft staccatos of the piano.
By Sarah Mwangi5 years ago in Poets