I love the rawness of the beginning When I can see your heart in your throat every time you want…
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Sometimes I ask Mother Karua to tell me stories of her past. How it was like growing up back in…
Originally published in the Sunday Nation on 14th June 2015 Most of us spend a lot of our time on…
In the Westlands suburbs of Nairobi, across the road from rejuvenated Sarit Centre mall is a messy road intersection. Matatus…
His name was AbdiRahim, but in campus he was nicknamed Ababmo. I remember his face. We were not friends. We did not hang out or go raving together. But I know him.
When it begins, it is stupid most of the time. It could be over a bottle of Coke at Wambugus…
So you stabbed my heart again and again with girls, with words, with lies My heart paid no attention, and…