Some of you have been sending me compliments for upgrading the aesthetics of this patio. You say that the new curtains have given it a more modern feeling. Truer words have never been spoken.
Five years back, when people asked if I, Eddy Ashioya, was a writer or knew Bikozulu, my answers were straight: “No” to the first and “Who?” to the second, because it’s always good to defy expectations. But life comes …
Why do people look for their fathers? You grow up without one, you lead a normal enough life, get children of your own and yet you still feel the urge to look for a man you never knew. Possibly …
The first thing that stirred her was her upbringing, growing up like an Indian; in a knot of relations. In an old four-bedroom mansion in Parklands with big windows and a restored roof. A house with an old carpet …
I met him at Under The Radar restaurant where he was eating steak with his bare hands. Like an animal. Like a neanderthal man. Quirky guy with very thin eyebrows and a low forehead, he tore into the flesh, …
We imagine the devil to be a furtive figure cloaked in black, a hoodie thrown over his head, lurking in the shadows, his skeletal hands holding a long pitchfork, seducing men and women to steal, rob, lie, retweet idiots, …