Of course you don’t. You can take a closer look if you want. He does look familiar now that you think about it, doesn’t he? Here is a hint: he is a policeman. That certainly throws a spanner in …
I grew a beard late in life. We are talking 27 years of age. Hairlessness way after your adolescence, when all your peers already look like colobus monkeys tend to make one develop serious hang-ups. You imagine that folk …
Tanzanians aren’t funny. My roommate in campus was a Tanzanian. His mates would fill our small room, cracking these jokes and cackling like hyenas. I didn’t get them. Plus all the jokes were in Kiswahili sanifu. Who tells a …
It’s a red suitcase. Hardback. Gift from my old chum Kagame. She’s out there somewhere. Alone. Tell me, have you seen her? (Cue in MC Hammer’s song here). You don’t imagine you would feel so distraught until you are …
A ‘Book Hangover’ is when you walk around wishing you never finished that book. That angst-laden, nostalgia-fraught feeling, that things will never be the same again after that book. That no author will ever …
There are quite a few hills in Kisumu, but the hill you want to be on if you ever find yourself in Kisumu is Dunga Hill Camp. It is past Impala Park, past Hippo Point, past Kiboko Bay, past …
