My life plan was: Meet a man, fall in love, get married, build a business, get the first born and second borns (twins) and then live happily thereafter, in wealth and fame, till I die before him, because I cannot be a widow. I had a perfect plan…
I have questions. Rather, one question. I come all the way to Mpaka Road, Westlands, to have this question answered. It’s not the proverbial “burning” question…
Beyond the streets that we know, with bars that sell cocktails for 800 shillings, above the roofs of residentials from under where microwaves hum with food ordered in through food delivery apps, past the imaginary line where status changes …
This is a peculiar story. And not just because it involves a vagina but a vagina of someone I know. Well, I don’t really know her vagina like that; never seen it, but in the course of interviewing and …
She wrote me an interesting email about her marriage, with a mathematical subtext. I said, “How about you send me some 2,000 words on this?” So she sent 5,000 words. I barely needed to touch it. But because I’m …
I have questions. Rather, one question. I come all the way to Mpaka Road, Westlands, to have this question answered. It’s not the proverbial “burning” question. It’s not an awfully important question either, which means it’s not a life …
We had lunch: she had grilled pork and something. I had chapatis and something. She wore a long flowy dress and silver sandals. She had a tale about her marriage. I wrote it the next day at dawn while …
