Love is a story set among the desperate. Today we are besieged by it, hounded by it. And yet today we beat those drums of love. How can we not? How can we not play to the tunes of …
I went for this swanky cocktail shindig last week. The type where folk pick on their biting with toothpicks. The highbrow type with low lingering jazz music in the background and where people don’t laugh out loud but chuckle …
Something weird is happening to me. Thankfully it’s nothing overtly neurotic. It’s just that I have been having these dreams lately. That and I can’t sleep, or rather I sleep but I wake up pretty early. Like 3.30am. That’s …
I lived in Kampala (or Champara) for three years. The city on seven hills, they call it. For those three years we tried to have fun on a shoe-string budget, as only students can. We crashed some house …
Aga Khan Hospital’s third floor, which houses the maternity unit, is a truly haunted wing. Ironically, although this section of the hospital is where life is conceived, it’s also the part of the hospital that is defined by such …
Let’s call him Patrick. Patrick works and lives in Minnesota. Green card and all that jazz. Last time he was in Kenya was 9 years ago. Patrick and I grew up in the same neighborhood- a couple of gates …
