I’m wearing pants I shouldn’t be wearing. They are called dhoti pants. They aren’t even mine. I will report back here with this story when it’s all done. This is part of the reason why I’m having Eddy hold …
Girls. They were everywhere. They were perched in nooks under paintings, on every seat, in every shape. They were spread across the reception and outside the common area. They were all very striking in beauty. And young. Early twenties, …
I was seated on my large hotel bed, staring out the big window, both my feet immersed in a pool of nostalgia. Outside my window was the skyline of Kisumu’s CBD; a derelict telecoms mast stood erect in defiance …
