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. …

A sink fell on a boy. You know boys. Maybe he was hanging on it like a monkey. It came off the wall and crashed into his face. The whole damn sink. Nine years old, with his milk teeth …

This interview happened on an insanely wintry morning. The type where you occasionally blow into your hands. We sat at a window. Outside, the grey clouds refused to shift, the sun a faded memory. It felt gloomy and desperate, …