He snuck in like the men in movies do; blown in by the rain, from the urgent embrace of darkness, the bill of his cap pulled furtively low over his face. I was seated in a booth at Baraza …
He’s notably tall. So tall you could bungee jump off him. I look up at him, OK, I don’t but he’s a good head taller than me, so I sort of feel like he can see the tip of …
Does an eight year old fully comprehend the luxurious notoriety of a Mercedes Benz? Does she see it and think, oh here is something shiny and curvy and sleek with an interior that is a compelling story of craft, …
What do you call a horde of naked teenage boys in a communal shower? Whatever it is called, it was shocking for me. To shower in a cubicle without curtains or doors, the older boys brazen in their …
It’s a tragedy when a child gives birth to a child. When the responsible man, a man now in his 20s, disappears into the woodwork and leaves her grasping at the hopeless straws of love. It’s tragic how small …
I’m not one of those 65-year-old types who type on their keyboard with one finger. You know, searching for keys with their fingers half suspended in the air, mouths half open, mumbling something under their breath. No, I type …
