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 …
They dragged his ass to court. He was shoeless, penniless, and out of luck. He stood in the dock, blinking in the bright light of justice. The judge, a stern lady of the Vioja Mahakamani disposition, never once looked …
In my earlier years, my fantasies were mostly of me sporting an old Stetson hat in a world riddled with mistrust and treachery. I fantasised about being a secret agent, with the CID, stalking criminals in smoky bars with …
One day we will have to address those swan towels on hotel beds. The ones that sit beak to beak, kissing or just gazing into each other’s eyes. But first, we have to accept that hotel rooms belong to …
