Made of music
On many hot weekend afternoons in dusty Kitengela, 1994, daddy would plonk me onto our old brown living room table when his favourite song came on the radio, prodding me to dance...
Music That Moves
The last time I was in Kisumu I went to our place in Ukweli There is nobody there these days Everyone moved to Nairobi Now it is like a ghost house A film of dust coats the dining...
