The Last Barbers Of Nairobi 148 2 There is a parcel waiting at the office. It’s nearing the festive season, often there might be a parcel waiting in the office: A planner. A diary. A pen in a black velvet casing with a weight that can …
A red-eyed amoebic 23 2 “Forgive me father, it’s been one week since my last blog.” “That’s okay son, what seems to be the problem today?” “I can’t sleep.” “Shouldn’t you be worrying about writing instead?” “No. I just need to sleep.” “It’s the …
