fter ten days of sweet mental frustration, this is how it ends The ocean wakes me up The blue waters from India sweep the shores with gentle fury They make an entrance, these...

he beauty of Old Town is not just seen, it is felt It seeps through from the cracks of the buildings centuries old I have once been to this part of Mombasa but we were not allowed...

have spent a lot of time dreading a day like this A day when I do not have anything to report because everything went as planned Everything All the shots that have been lined up...

e are chasing sunsets with wet pants because Osborne decided to drag us into his madness He made us go into the ocean so that he could take a picture of some wazee we met at Chui...

watch more films than I read books That is something I probably should not say to a crowd of literatis if I still like my head sitting on top of my shoulders But it is true I am...

ere is what I think I think Osborne is suicidal I think when he sets out to do photography, he knows there is a fat chance that he might not live to see the next sunrise Perhaps...

e had agreed that we would pick him up in the morning We even shook hands like gentlemen Except Fortune He did not touch her It is against either the Somali or the Muslim...