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, …
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 …
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 …
We are standing at the rooftop of the apartment he lives in in South B. He’s wearing bulbous track pants, a bottle of nearly finished wine in his hand. “It’s a panorama of inequality,” he says, “On this end,” …
