I’m having a drink with Aleya, at Mercury ABC, her of formerly Story Moja Hay Festival, writer and a contender of literary greatness. People stare, especially young Muhindis with spiky hair. We get talking about race and she goes …
If you ever wonder what kind of a father you are going to be, chances are you might turn out to be like your father. The presence of our fathers loom large in our lives, whether they were there, …
This is my mom, Jane. This picture was taken at Studio One on Moi Avenue. If you were born after 1990 you probably don’t know how sanctified Studio One is, a time when you didn’t call yourself a photographer …
This picture should be hung on the wall in the RMA Motors showroom. Right in the path of incoming customers. Then the RMA suits should go ahead and fire every salesperson in that store and replace them with a …
A luo will die. In spite of all the grandiosity and showboating and all the jokes that luos peddle to feel important and entitled and invincible, jokes about them not dying but “passing on” or “retiring to glory”, death …
