Monday, October 16 ended as all days do in Nyanza: with a Lake Sunset Where everything catches a golden warmness The sky became, as it does each evening, a high continent...

Nothing makes you think about where else you want to live quite like an election No one leaves home unless / home is the mouth of a shark You only run for the border / when you...

When the devils that drive the beasts of men to their madness finally reached their destinations, everything descended to shit Started with the blackout When lights came back,...

While parents from other continents take their children to school, we Africans are sent to school That etymology has never ceased to baffle me, “sending a child to school’ And...