Sunday night, I’m seated towards the end of a long dinner table, which are basically three or so tables rammed together to create that Romanian effect. The restaurant is in White Elephant hotel, an Italian spoon in Malindi; small, …
There are men who constantly stare at themselves in the gym mirror. I can’t think of a greater testimony of vanity. Kwame is one of them- at least he used to nine years ago. Kwame is my boy. This …
