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 brother and I straight in the eyes, her eyes...

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 keep trying to figure out which one came first;...

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 key highlights In some rare occasions, some...

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 Ngando, a slum off Ngong Road I was making what I saw...

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 the advent of affordable smart phones, power banks...

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 me, but I was on the way Somewhere in...