He tells me he punishes his son by sending him to the “Naughty Corner.” He’s 5. The son, that is. Naughty Corner. I turned that phrase over in my head, like you would an idea you haven’t quite warmed …
The cop who flags me down, the traffic cop who later leans into my window, has a face that isn’t in the mood for folk and dance. And he has eyes that have been bled off sympathy. Think Judge …
If you come from anywhere past Ruiru, please let’s set a few things straight right off the bat; not every jang’ comes from Kisumu! Kisumu is not a village for the love of Jove! It’s a cosmopolitan city; guys …
I never thought I’d ever write those words in reference to him. Not Simon. Simon is unbowed. Simon is a titan. A Viking. He’s from the dated school of thought that subscribes to the maxim that …
There is a scene in the movie Scent of a Woman (‘Pacino plays a blind war veteran) where he – ‘Pacino – grabs this boy by the collar and, while brandishing a pistol at the terrified boy’s face, screams, …
I’m seated at an insipid reception, below a massive painting of The Crying Shepherd. The settee is purple. There is a flower vase on the coffee table before me and some gorgeous flowers lean in it. I’m the kind …