Four brothers living with their maternal grandfather in Majengo slums. An absent and conflicted mother who doesn’t know the fathers of these boys – at least not all of them. Questions abound. One of those four brothers is Joe …
This is my mom, Jane. This picture was taken at Studio One on Moi Avenue. If you were born after 1990 you probably don’t know how sanctified Studio One is, a time when you didn’t call yourself a photographer …
I never thought I’d ever write those words in reference to him. Not Simon. Simon is unbowed. Simon is a titan. A Viking. He’s from the dated school of thought that subscribes to the maxim that …
Pulmonary Hypertension is a little bastard that sneaked into my mom’s heart and ravaged her. It wasted away her flesh, tore apart her heart, broke her lungs and turned her into a shell. But even though the little bastard …
