To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard and my mother is the local brewery, but Mrs. Thuku…
The only reason The Boys decided to meet at Mojos was because Kibz had told us in the WhatsApp group that William Lawson had an…
When the time came to move from Migosi Estate, the neighbourhood I had grown up in in Kisumu, it was not because we had found…
all cities yield their grammar, even Nairobi, sixteen years on. i have learnt the concrete nouns of places, the conjunctions of fly-overs, along Thika Road,…
There is nothing more unsettling than standing naked in front of a woman you do not know. Insecurities make you fidgety. It is such a…
Jabali’s eyes flicker open with painful uncertainty. The full glare of the sun lands on his face, but he can make out the shape of…
I have this thing with Mother Karua. She calls me up at random times for a tipple. I do not know how many people drink…
[Author’s Note: Originally published in Kwani?06. But that version has several grammatical errors and typos. None of which were of my doing. This is the…
