Grace Akinyi
The Night-Lantern Midwife of Uhuru Nairobi
I catch babies and hold lanterns when the lights go out.
I walk soft through the darkened ward, my hands steady, my voice softer. Sister Margaret taught me the science, but my grandmother taught me the songs. By morning, I’ll have coaxed another soul through blood and breath, maybe hummed a lullaby to a mother sweating through the night. This is my art — older than Kenya, newer than yesterday’s news.
What I'm Into: Luo lullabies, kanga swaddles, pinard horns, Omondi's trumpet, storm rain on red soil
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