
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 also beg for the little things. You beg him to eat. You beg him…
She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start,…
You have known her since you were kids. You lived in the same neighbourhood;…
Your neon green bandage mini skirt rolls up as you sit on his bare, hairy…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under…
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