Douglas wakes up and gets onto his beloved motorbike. It’s a small Yamaha. He leans his bike on its stand at the office parking slot at about 8am, stops to chat briefly with the sunny guard at Lonrho East …
I wake up at 6:45am on Mashujaa Day and reach for my phone. There is a message in our family WhatsApp group. My younger brother Julius had sent a message shortly after midnight. I read it. Then I read …
It all started with a girl. I’m sure you all remember her. The dancer. The doctor girl who saves children in ICU. The one who hadn’t been on a date this year. So she wanted a man, someone who …
He grunts. More like groans. Deep and guttural, like a predator breastfeeding its young ones. His large head is bowed down, scribbling something in that bad handwriting of theirs. You squirm in your seat and stare at his scalp; …
My landlord’s son, Paul, is fascinated by me. I can tell. And you would understand why; he’s the only boy in a family of four girls (all older) and apart from his schoolmates, and his father who must be …
