We never, ever, thought that this is how it would end. In fact, we didn’t even stop to contemplate the gravity of the situation. When…
It is November 15, 2011. I am at the football field trench, in college. Everything is spinning, so fast. It’s a sporty evening. It’s cold.…
You are just like any other Nairobian stuck in the rut that is middle class life. You have an 8 to 5 that pays your…
I have been avoiding phone calls from people lately. I let the phone ring, not just because I love Sauti Sol’s music, but because I…
When half the city is dank and submerged in dark brown water, with floating polythene bags dredged out from the sewers, it is understandable that…
I was in the passenger seat, waiting defiantly for her to insist for the third time that I should strap in my seat belt. I…
I am seated on a chair with a hole burnt through it- a testament that university regulations against cooking in the halls of residence have…