Random Things

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I’d never join a book club. I’d be kicked out. The leader of the book cult would say, sarcastically, like a villain in a dark story where characters carry shovels into the woods at night, “Biko, maybe this isn’t

The Magic Number, Part 2

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Where were we? 

Right. Dinner in Stellenbosch. And here is a big man sporting big guns with ropy veins curling around them and a smile as wide as a Smokie. And Beatrice, our protagonist, is feeding off the plate

The Magic Number

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In December I woke up in a very charming, American style country home nestled in a spice farm called Uhoreru Farm in Loldaiga, Nanyuki and got onto a mountain bike. I cycled for 12 kms in the punishing heat,

They Were Left To Grow Like Trees In The Forest

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Kids are highly inappropriate. And rude. That’s why they don’t get invited to parties. Kids think it’s appropriate to ask anybody their age. [Cue squeaky voice: how old are you?] They are always asking about your age. Maybe that’s

Nothing Is Normal Today

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A good black dress for a widow costs 37,000 shillings. That is if you import it. For another 3,000 shillings you get a black veil. But she didn’t want a veil because she didn’t want to cover her face. …

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