The first time I descended those stairs, it was the scent of sweat, halfway down, that prepared me for the kind of sinfully beautiful things…
I Other people die and stay dead. Others leave and never come back. But not Farah, my younger brother, who left one day and only…
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…
Nothing makes you think about where else you want to live quite like an election. No one leaves home unless / home is the mouth…
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…
Read Part 1 here WE WON’T FORGET. Look, can we just get over and done with this because my aunt said I had to come…
Mutembei keenly observes Mombasa beneath the inexorable sun, a town clinging on its designated part on the warm palms of Mama Africa, trying- like any…
