I love the rawness of the beginning When I can see your heart in your throat every time you want to touch me but you're trying to figure out whether the molten emotion in your...

Sometimes I ask Mother Karua to tell me stories of her past How it was like growing up back in the day when the world was in black and white I ask about her first date I ask who...

Originally published in the Sunday Nation on 14th June 2015 Most of us spend a lot of our time on the internet, all thanks to the advent of affordable smart phones, power banks...

In the Westlands suburbs of Nairobi, across the road from rejuvenated Sarit Centre mall is a messy road intersection Matatus routinely tie up traffic to a knot, honk loudly and...

He looks normal Happy, even He looks nice in a suit He lookslike a typical Kenyan Like someone I could have gone to school with too Like someone who likes Avengers and laughs at...

When it begins, it is stupid most of the time It could be over a bottle of Coke at Wambugus Grove It could be in a matatu, in class or in Club RnB where broke college kids try to...

So you stabbed my heart again and again with girls, with words, with lies My heart paid no attention, and took each betrayal with a jerk of surprise My susceptible heart...