There is an old treasure chest in my head. It carries tons of golden events that I had recorded a long time ago with my…
Browsing: Kisumu
When the time came to move from Migosi Estate, the neighbourhood I had grown up in in Kisumu, it was not because we had found…
Every year in December an iron bird makes two stops from America to Kenya. It flies from Washington Dulles International Airport, over the deep blue…
The day Irene and her sister moved into our neighbourhood, everything changed. The universe stopped to hold its breath. In Migosi Site Estate, we had…
Cartoon by: Bwana Mdogo I pleaded with Suleiman for a ride on his bike and he refused. I ran behind him, trailing that black BMX, constantly…
He was called George, just like me, but we were nothing alike. I was tiny. Puny hands. Frail. I was like this tall (imagine a…
I curled myself on the living room couch, staring at our hunchback Sanyo TV, but not really watching it. It was a Sunday afternoon, so Sinbad…