I’m writing this from Manda Beach, Lamu, under a pagoda. An arms length away is a chilled glass of red, waiting breathlessly to be sipped. I’ve just applied some sunscreen, which means if my kin and kith from shags …
A mobile phone that costs 60k-plus should be able to kiss you goodnight. Hell, a phone that costs that much should be able to tell you if your fly is open. Samsung Galaxy S III, unfortunately, is not that…
Going to Zanzibar alone is like sending yourself a saucy sms. Or “liking” your own picture of Facebook. Or looking at yourself in the mirror and muttering with a wink, “they don’t make them like this anymore.” It’s desperate. …
This is Thenge Njeru waterfall. It’s in Runyejes, in Embu. To get here you use murram roads that slither up hills. If you step off the road, you will plunge deep into shockingly beautiful greenery and clear rivers. The …
I know I said I would post every night. I thought I would be able to sit down every evening and bang some 600 words. But the itinerary is brutal: I wake up at 6 …
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 …
