It’s not what you think. We were to post today, really, everything was in place and then Biko, somehow found himself, neck-deep in the woods of Rusizi, a small town on the border of DRC. There’s no strong …
Heard of Tog Wajaale? It’s a small dusty border town in Somaliland, right at the nose of Ethiopia. Goats sit under trees, chewing gum, squinting in the heat. It’s a bustling town, forever gushing with trade. Men haggle at …
From the air, Bujumbura looks like it’s yet to be let in on the joke. On the table where he sits, the rest have sort of gotten it; Kampala is giggling over there in his banana print silk shirt, …
It was a modest house in Makueni. Just a few rooms, a living room and a verandah where the man of the house would sit on a rickety wooden chair most evenings fiddling with an old transistor radio. The …
You should have been there to hear him speak. He wore a stark white dress shirt, a subtly coiffed afro perched atop his head. He had that calming demeanor, listening to him. He spoke in unhurried sentences with emotive …
