Time Can Be a Bastard


I know it’s God’s work when a holiday falls on a Tuesday. Because it means I get to put up my feet, probably a drink in hand. 

Which means Eddy here with his quick wit and father issues holds



I’m writing this from Maputo, Mozambique. There are no boda bodas in Maputo. That’s the first thing I noticed. None of that passive aggression on the roads, the gauntlets dropped at wheels, the mean stares behind helmet visors, the

Money Is Funny


All of men’s desires can fit in a matchbox. They might meander and slither but eventually, it distills to one thing; respect. They seek it, consciously and unconsciously. The more gung-ho of them demand it. Or fight for it.

Siku Ya Mungu


Not long ago, I found myself in the wrong room, where everyone in the room was conversing in a foreign language. I didn’t know which language it was but it sounded like a cross between Mongolian and Gobbledygook. It

The Silence Is No Longer A Mirror


I stared at my dad’s elbows. They looked like a turtle’s chin. All aging people’s elbows look like a turtle’s chin. The wrinkles have wrinkles of their own. The bones look soft underneath. He was watering a bush of