Anne Mawathe·Dec 16, 2018INHABITING AN EMBATTLED BODY“Live in each season as it passes; breath the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.” ~…
InAscent PublicationbyAnne Mawathe·Aug 21, 2018Dear Tafari,Welcome to the world. You have come at a time when I am conflicted about your arrival. I wonder whether it is the reason you took your…
InAscent PublicationbyAnne Mawathe·May 21, 2018Quitters, Believers and Those who Cry…Growing up, I was taught that being a woman meant I did not cry ‘ovyo ovyo’. It is a sharp contrast from what I see in cartoons and movies…
InBe UniquebyAnne Mawathe·May 7, 2018Loving The Body that Is Ravaged By Cancer:Pt1First, confessions of a journalist who is optimally curious. I am in many groups that share my interest in health. Most of the time, I…
InAscent PublicationbyAnne Mawathe·Apr 26, 2018Cancer; If I Write About it Too Much It is Because I want AnswersMy grandma, Anna, the one I am named after died at a Nairobi hospital in 2013. She had stomach cancer. The days prior, her grandchildren…
InAscent PublicationbyAnne Mawathe·Apr 11, 2018A Kenyan Woman Journalist Has an Expiry DateSometimes I sit in my silence and wonder whether I should stay. Sometimes the returns on work done are so precious I do not want to stop…A response icon1A response icon1
InAscent PublicationbyAnne Mawathe·Mar 31, 2018Motherhood is Everything; It Gives And TakesZakia. The one who plays with children. My cousins rib. Soon, you will give birth. We will come and celebrate with you. We shall bear…
InAscent PublicationbyAnne Mawathe·Mar 27, 2018A Facebook Photo, Comments and a LetterA response icon4A response icon4
Anne Mawathe·Mar 21, 2018Diary of a Newly Self-appointed Stay at Home mother.…….Motherhood, perfect fallacies and Yoga are known to me because we have a close love-hate relationship. Today is one of those days.A response icon1A response icon1
Anne Mawathe·Mar 5, 2018How Yoga Helped Me Manage Pain; 6 Reasons You Try It5 years living with nothing but searing pain is not a story I ever thought I would write. You know you can sum it up as the folly of youth…