Bachelorhood
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Phyllis

When I first met Phyllis, she belonged to my elder brother. I had seen Nimrod with others before, so I knew this one was never…

Poetry
JKIA, Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, Addis Ababa
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Addis

So when I came back, everyone decided I was foreign – and not just because my accent was thick and faltering over the sir that…

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The perfect hand

You wanted him. You wanted him right there at the door. “Can I take you out tonight?” you asked instead and he said, “I have just the clothes for the occasion.”

Kasuva
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The photographer and a festival: a pictory

If I tell you I do not think the next Safaricom Jazz Festival will be amazing, I will be lying. Because this last one taught me to hold my reservation off, and just show up to enjoy the music.