[I wrote this as part of the script for Too Early for Birds - Tom Mboya edition Written from the POV of a Luo man in 1969, the idea was to capture the (biased, yet legitimate)...

ere is how Maureen remembers it It was a weekend - and this she knows because she was not in school She was eight years old, you see, and that is how eight-year-olds break down...

BUT FIRST, A LITTLE (MAYBE FALSE) HISTORY There are times in history in which I wish I had lived Times so old you cannot even imagine them in sepia memories Olden times when the...

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, Jogoo, Uhuru...

He was called George, just like me, but we were nothing alike I was tiny Puny hands Frail I was like this tall (imagine a dog’s height) And I was, let me just say this blatantly...