I will want to cry at the dusty gates of Kiambu District Hospital, but I won’t. I can’t. Not with my grandmother looking at my…
Perhaps writers choose their politics. Or maybe it is the politics that chooses them. I do not know, man. I do not even know why we…
For as long as we can remember book clubs have existed, enabling people who love to read, to come together, read a book and discuss…
I never wanted to go to campus. By the time my letter of admission to Kenyatta University came, I was a pool addict living in…
Originally published in the Sunday Nation on 14th June 2015 Most of us spend a lot of our time on the internet, all thanks to…
Available on theMagunga Bookstore I was running late for this poetry shindig that I had helped put together. I had told them to start without…