I come from a place where men are men and women like it that way. I don’t actually know what that phrase means, because our…
Evening shadows makes you blue, when every weary day is through…… It is a Thursday evening and my leisure evening walk from the supermarket (Nakumatt…
Originally published in Arts and Africa * This man Madam Nyambura calls Daktari does not look to me like a doctor doctor, maybe just one…
In the Westlands suburbs of Nairobi, across the road from rejuvenated Sarit Centre mall is a messy road intersection. Matatus routinely tie up traffic to…
I curled myself on the living room couch, staring at our hunchback Sanyo TV, but not really watching it. It was a Sunday afternoon, so Sinbad…
I had finally had it with Mother Karua. I was done. Fuck this shit, I must’ve muttered to myself. It was the last day of…