You will grow up and leave home but your childhood will never leave you. It’s the strings on the marionette. The long shadow that illuminates your adulthood, a shadow cast without a light. Funny how you …
Have you guys been to Tana River? I haven’t—I being Eddy Ashioya. Yes. The Don left for Tana River (he’ll be back next week, hopefully, maybe?) and he forgot I had a spare key to the house—okay, I …
I wonder how I will die. I pray I don’t have a drawn-out death. A disease that hacks away at my bones or heart. Something relentless and brutalising and demeaning to my quality of life. I don’t want people …
The doctor had large leathery hands, the size of a frying pan. Warm, unhurried hands, searching hands. They had large veins running behind them, like a secret underground network. He had been touched by many healing hands before; small …