A Defender
Sometimes he would come in a taxi, on other times he would show up in the government car It did not really matter to us because the most important thing was that William was...
Nairobi Living
So here’s the hardest thing about living in Nairobi And I know I said it was the dating, in my last story But I think we all know what is actually the hardest thing about...
The bundle of joy
The thing is, I’m single again, and quite honestly, I don’t even believe it I say I’m single again like it happened last week, but it’s actually been an entire year since...
The photographer and a festival: a pictory
I was not one to attend live events early Because Kenyans event organizers have shown me quite a fair amount of things But I have had a change of heart I early to most concerts,...
The sound of a community
If you have to ask what jazz is, you will never know Those are not my words, however much I wish they were I doubt I have come across a more poignant statement And, as an artisan...
Never too much
As far back as I can remember we had two radios, or as Luos call those gadgets, systems Both bought by my dad One system was meant for us, the mere mortals The watus Those who...
The wizard is the son of a kapenta
I The yellow light from the low-hanging bulb shines on the right side of his round face, making it seem like a half moon, and he smiles – a shy smile – at the audience; a few...
A woman jazzed
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 unassuming at first, though you...
Simon on the keys
When I was younger, way younger, a couple of decades ago, I was quite the precocious pre-teen Or at least, I like to tell myself that, because everyone likes to look back on their...
Music is memory
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 I come into the room a bit later than I expected...
From the valley of the deer
The pride we find in the jungle has no men in it They are god knows where doing god knows what One of the lionesses raises her head above the green, towards a hill Something must...
Set the Pace
A few years back, when my moustache was nothing more than scattered, wispy whiskers and my voice, or indeed my temperate, was yet to break, seated in a school bus, bored out of my...
