As far back as I can remember we had two radios, or as Luos call those gadgets, systems Both bought by my dad One system was meant for us, the mere mortals The watus Those who...

I have been seeing audition calls for Twaweza Live Kisumu Tour on Facebook, that event that musical Safaricom is touring across the country And I am still jealous Because a few...

You've only ever seen her before in the stuff that dreams are made of, surrounded in beams That light, cloudiness That ethereal, magic She looks unassuming at first, though you...

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...

I've never heard of this guy before, so obviously I am saying his name completely wrong I still don't know how to say it, because I come into the room a bit later than I expected...