Funny, you could grow up in the village, at the foot of a rocky mountain with a long name. Or in a house in Buruburu with its old bricks, not too far from the city’s tricks. Or in Mombasa, …
It came down hard in my village. Trees swayed in the storm and wet dogs whimpered under awnings. Cattle stood stoic in this rain, heads bowed as if in prayer. The next day, it was discovered that the unruly …
I couldn’t go to his house because he didn’t want his wife to know he was giving me an interview. Sometimes the less the wife knows the better for the general peace of the home. My brother likes to …
The living, in their constant curiosity, often wonder what death feels like. Well, the deep sleep of general anaesthesia is what death must feel like. It’s bottomless. It’s nothingness. You are in there but you aren’t. You …
It wasn’t in the 8-4-4 curriculum, but any man knows this, primately; a man should always sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. Doesn’t matter what type of a man you are; you could have …
