Have you ever gone searching for someone you didn’t know? You didn’t have a face, or a name or a photo tucked in your wallet, no last address, no trail, nothing. All you have had were stories that precede …
It’s not what you think. We were to post today, really, everything was in place and then Biko, somehow found himself, neck-deep in the woods of Rusizi, a small town on the border of DRC. There’s no strong …
From the air, Bujumbura looks like it’s yet to be let in on the joke. On the table where he sits, the rest have sort of gotten it; Kampala is giggling over there in his banana print silk shirt, …
One day we will have to address those swan towels on hotel beds. The ones that sit beak to beak, kissing or just gazing into each other’s eyes. But first, we have to accept that hotel rooms belong to …
Flying is generally messy. It’s like ordering a burger on a first date. Because then you have to open your mouth so wide there is a danger of your date seeing your epiglottis, which would be showing too much …
