Tag "Family"

Our Stories 33 Comments

COVENANT

Originally published on kalaharireview.com I was seventeen when my mother found out I am gay. It did a lot of damage to our relationship. She felt like she didn’t know

Series (Fiction) 6 Comments

BEING BRUNO (Episode 3)

FOREWORD: So after years and years (lol), the writer of the budding series, Being Bruno, has returned to restart the series, much to my delight. It has only been two

Our Stories 12 Comments

IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE

Growing up, I shared a special relationship with my father. We were very close. Not even my only sister enjoyed the sort of love and doting attention I got from

James' Journal 27 Comments

IBK’s JOURNAL (Entry 22)

April 20 I like to think that the Many-Worlds Theory is actually true. That sandwiched in the fabric of space-time is an infinite number of universes. That time, though linear,

Our Stories 26 Comments

ANOTHER CONVERSATION

Vhar and his mother have mother-son relationship goals. This is established every time we get a glimpse of their interactions here on Kito Diaries. There was that first conversation, and

Editor's Desk 3 Comments

This Psychologist Gives Advice On Coming Out To Family

Coming out to family… It’s never simple, is it? But whether you’re a teen coming out to parents, a parent coming out to children, or a young adult coming out

Our Stories 71 Comments

NOT JUST A STORY (Part 2)

Previously on NOT JUST A STORY… * “Are you now sleeping with men?” Mother had asked. The words startled me as a wave of guilt crashed about inside me. I stared

Our Stories 40 Comments

NOT JUST A STORY

“Are you now sleeping with men?” Mother asked. I spun around in shock, dropping the knife I was using to chop carrots. The question hit me so hard, that for

Kito Stories 42 Comments

BLACK AS DARKNESS, WHITE AS DAY

Previously on THIS STORY: I was set up on Friday, lured to my entrapment, beaten and relieved of my possessions, and thereafter, got ‘saved’ by the SARS police, only to

Fiction 15 Comments

Till My Blood Runs Dry

I could see my brother clearly even though all the other dancers blended, intoxicated by Taarab music till they cast all distinctions aside and swayed in motions that could blister