Something weird is happening to me. Thankfully it’s nothing overtly neurotic. It’s just that I have been having these dreams lately. That and I can’t sleep, or rather I sleep but I wake up pretty early. Like 3.30am. That’s …
I lived in Kampala (or Champara) for three years. The city on seven hills, they call it. For those three years we tried to have fun on a shoe-string budget, as only students can. We crashed some house …
Aga Khan Hospital’s third floor, which houses the maternity unit, is a truly haunted wing. Ironically, although this section of the hospital is where life is conceived, it’s also the part of the hospital that is defined by such …
Let’s call him Patrick. Patrick works and lives in Minnesota. Green card and all that jazz. Last time he was in Kenya was 9 years ago. Patrick and I grew up in the same neighborhood- a couple of gates …
