Biko has an eye problem. Blurry vision. He has to squint a lot to see anything and when he does, he sees double. He can’t watch movies with subtitles, can’t tell his spices apart.
The fight was imminent. It was like a boiling storm on the horizon. The signs had been there for months; the snide remarks, the eye-rolls, the passive aggression, small stand-offs here and there dispelled before it got wild. Yesterday …
Early this year I interviewed the Provost of All Saints Cathedral. Everybody called him the Provost. The Provost’s office? Go up those staircases, it’s the last office along that floor. I bounded up the staircases merrily, almost whistling …
When he was 25 years old he shared a small shack in Kariobangi South with Andre, a friend he had met in university. He had a dusty degree in commerce and three year old dreadlocks. His dreadlocks were a …
It was her ex-husband’s idea. Her ex husband was a businessman. He liked to host people, his associates mostly, or people he was wooing, people he showed their massive garden in the backyard of a house they had taken …
I succumbed and bought an Air Fryer. It’s white and it looks like something you can culture bacteria in. “Can it cook chips?” Kim asked. I told him it cooks damn near anything. “Even cake?” I said even cake. …