Men have always strove to build cars that transcend imagination, like the Audi with its four rings that promises to wring all the pleasure from life. Or the Volvo, a sure sign that God only wishes us nothing but …
I’m in a cyber somewhere in dowtown Kampala. It’s a hot dark small room next to a cereals shop. The aircon blows in dust. If you want cereals from Kampala kindly send me an sms. Like beans. Their beans …
I’m writing this from Manda Beach, Lamu, under a pagoda. An arms length away is a chilled glass of red, waiting breathlessly to be sipped. I’ve just applied some sunscreen, which means if my kin and kith from shags …
Going to Zanzibar alone is like sending yourself a saucy sms. Or “liking” your own picture of Facebook. Or looking at yourself in the mirror and muttering with a wink, “they don’t make them like this anymore.” It’s desperate. …
This is Thenge Njeru waterfall. It’s in Runyejes, in Embu. To get here you use murram roads that slither up hills. If you step off the road, you will plunge deep into shockingly beautiful greenery and clear rivers. The …
