It’s a red suitcase. Hardback. Gift from my old chum Kagame. She’s out there somewhere. Alone. Tell me, have you seen her? (Cue in MC Hammer’s song here). You don’t imagine you would feel so distraught until you are …
A ‘Book Hangover’ is when you walk around wishing you never finished that book. That angst-laden, nostalgia-fraught feeling, that things will never be the same again after that book. That no author will ever …
There are quite a few hills in Kisumu, but the hill you want to be on if you ever find yourself in Kisumu is Dunga Hill Camp. It is past Impala Park, past Hippo Point, past Kiboko Bay, past …
There are so many depressing stories about fathers, that a happy one seems not to pack a punch. I am glad and fortunate to have grown up in a functional home …
