The first time I heard Luther Vandross’ ‘Never Too Much’, it was from my father’s prized radio system. I must have been about 8 or 9. It was a grave mistake, because all our radio listening privileges had been taken away for a whole month.
I have been seeing audition calls for Twaweza Live Kisumu Tour on Facebook, that event that musical Safaricom is touring across the country. And I…
You’ve only ever seen her before in the stuff that dreams are made of, surrounded in beams. That light, cloudiness. That ethereal, magic. She looks…
On many hot weekend afternoons in dusty Kitengela, 1994, daddy would plonk me onto our old brown living room table when his favourite song came…
I’ve never heard of this guy before, so obviously I am saying his name completely wrong. I still don’t know how to say it, because…