Every week I meet someone at the peak of – or peaking in – their career or profession. A revolving door of CEOs, entrepreneurs, businessmen, wheelers and some dealers. We sit in a cafe or an office for an …
I once lived a floor above a hooker. She’d step out every night donning garish clothes, with painted lips and tottering on the highest of heels. Most nights, because we had perennial water problems, she would ask me to …
I am not a patient person. I live for instantaneous results, promises must be kept and sitting in traffic makes me want to pull out my now nonexistent eyelashes and eyebrows. The city of Nairobi has …
Here’s how this cookie is going to crumble. We are moving furniture here a bit. You might or might not have heard of Nancy Cherotich. She’s 29-years old who weighs about 80kgs on the scale, which would have been …
It’s easy to moan about Nairobi. Moan about floods. Moan about traffic-jam and “matafakas” cutting you off in traffic. Moan about the drainage system and about Sonko. (Those two are not related.) It’s easy, in moments of cynicism to …
