On any given Saturday afternoon, Nairobians can be classified depending on what part of their body aches the most. And…
Browsing: Story of the month
“I don’t know, George; the best way to end a conversation is to let it rest, not write a 2000-word blogpost.”
Except, this time I have no mother to go home to. She’s not ati dead. But there is nothing she can do. Even Mother Karua has limits. And Jack Dorsey is not her cousin – trust me, I asked. So I am stuck out here in the cold.
When darkness approaches, it seldom makes a sound. It just creeps silently towards you like a cloud of smoke. Suddenly, you can neither breathe nor see.