In 2003, I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed intern at Ayton Young and Rubicam along Mombasa Road. (They have since been discarded into the wasteland of failed companies, swallowed by the black pit of ruthless competition). Back then interns …
A ‘Book Hangover’ is when you walk around wishing you never finished that book. That angst-laden, nostalgia-fraught feeling, that things will never be the same again after that book. That no author will ever …
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, …
