Lust smells. But when lust blends with desperation, it stinks like a hyena’s carcass. Here is how bad it smells. Once in a while my boy Kwame and I will end up at Sailors bar in Hurligham for a …
It rained yesterday. Hard. It rained throughout the afternoon and into the early evening. Then it rained at night. At least it did where I live. I normally write my blog on Sundays and yesterday I woke up and …
My father hates Nairobi. He says it’s become uninhabitable – his words. There are two things that make him come to Nairobi; a death or a wedding. Over the weekend he was around for the latter and whenever he’s …
Life can get cruel, humorless and brutal, and the men who live it quite often have to pander to these themes with the brutishness that it deserves. Here is how. A month ago this friend of mine who works …
She’s called Felicia. Felicia sounds like a woman who- after sex- lies on her back and lights up a cigarette. Felicia sounds like a woman who reads a very thick novel with earphones plugged in her ears. She sounds …
Uganda – to me – is like a woman who gave me a second chance. I wrote this intro three days ago as I sat in my porch at Jinja Nile Resort in Jinja. It seemed like a kick-ass …
