Sometimes I think about them, you know? The other half of my family. I think about the ones who left and wonder about what they’d think of us now.
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…
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…
When I was younger, way younger, a couple of decades ago, I was quite the precocious pre-teen. Or at least, I like to tell myself…
The last time I was in Kisumu I went to our place in Ukweli. There is nobody there these days. Everyone moved to Nairobi. Now…
The band holds the penultimate long note, the drummer breaks, a 4 bar cadenza and the rhythm section does the last hit. We are done…