There are some names that are better off shortened. Gitau is one of them. So Anthony Gitau was simply called Gee. That’s what his mates called him. That’s what everybody called him. He was tall, slim, and handsome. When …
He lights up a cigarette the old-fashioned way; with a matchstick. Like men did during the Cold War era, with their backs to the wind, protecting the flickering flame from death. Even though he’s only in his mid-thirties he …
You are a sperm. You are the best sperm. The chosen one. The one that made it. Of course you don’t know this at the beginning, you don’t think you are special because nobody affirms you and besides there …
There are fathers who sit in the house but their spirits are out there somewhere, probably floating on a heavily cushioned lounge, burning the ass of a cigar and laughing at another vacuous joke. They are physically at home …
Christ’s birthday is sneering around the corner. If he was alive (he is?), there is a gender that would have already been clamouring to buy him a pair of socks, which would be a waste (and …
There is a pair of trousers that my fundi has been fixing for me. They have been ready for two months now. He keeps calling me and texting me to go pick them up and I keep saying, “Next …