Madness entered Mama’s eyes the day Baba pushed my brother Boyi to Matwa Kei and said, ‘‘Hold onto the boy until I find your forty thousand land protection tax and then I...

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 caned me for writing that in an English composition...

It was a hot day Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under a baobab tree in the homestead, with his aching back leaning against its trunk He was looking ahead in the...

I confess to Almighty God and to you, Father, that I have sinned My last confession was sixteen years ago Since then, I have committed mortal sins This is the truth My truth, as I...

We will have a beautiful church wedding We will celebrate, look at the people as they look at us and think how lucky we are We will get two chubby babies, and we will name them...