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 …
The gravediggers come with deep darkness the night before the burial. They walk the edges of the boma, avoiding the company keeping vigil under the erected tents, the singing choir, and the mourners in heavy jackets huddled in hired …
There is no compelling reason why you don’t have cancer. Why any of us doesn’t have cancer. No special reason why our children are not going for chemo. Because we aren’t the chosen ones. We aren’t pure in deed …
What separated them from meeting each other were five desks and a water dispenser. They worked on the same floor, for the same company, used the same elevator, parked in the same basement, yet they never met until a …
