
The Swahilification of Mutembei
Mutembei keenly observes Mombasa beneath the inexorable sun, a town clinging on its designated part…
Mutembei keenly observes Mombasa beneath the inexorable sun, a town clinging on its designated part…
Madness entered Mama’s eyes the day Baba pushed my brother Boyi to Matwa Kei and…
Proceed from Part 2 *** The next day, I commit my first robbery. It is…
*Proceeds from Part 1* Father is snoring. Sometimes he growls and whistles through the nose,…
To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard…
You have known her since you were kids. You lived in the same neighbourhood;…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under…
Less than week later, we would remember the bitter cold of that September night, and…
From time to time, I catch myself. It feels like walking, lost in thought, then…
I confess to Almighty God and to you, Father, that I have sinned. My last…
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