I love a good love story. And a good love story isn’t good if it doesn’t have pain and desperation running in its veins. It’s not a good love story if one of the characters doesn’t sigh and say, …
The hardest thing I went through last year was in June, when I followed my wife to Diani, where she had gone for work,” he says over the phone. To be clear, “followed” implies she went ahead, and he …
He was the kind of man who looked like he knew his way around a tasting menu, the type who’d debate the merits of single-origin coffee beans with a barista. He was affluent, I decided, observing him from my …
He’s in the business of moving things. Agricultural commodities, to be precise; cereals. Tea. Coffee. Halal meat products. The works. It doesn’t matter where. You want 3-tonnes of mint and chives to Dodoma in three weeks? He will get …
No sooner had she put a cigarette between her lips than a willowy waitress with a tremendous smile blew over to our table. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, “smoking isn’t allowed in the cafe.” She couldn’t have been a minute …
