If you ever wonder what kind of a father you are going to be, chances are you might turn out to be like your father. The presence of our fathers loom large in our lives, whether they were there, …
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 …
You are miserable. You think because you carry fruits to work and you drink eight glasses of water you finally gotten your body to a state of nirvana and that brings a level of joy to you. You imagine …
This piece was first informed by a slight altercation then spurred by bravado. A friend told me that I’m a “middle-class sympathiser” masquerading behind my yellowish rants as a way of “validating and lauding” the middle-class idiosyncrasies and that …
Picture a 17yr old boy living with his grandfather in Majengo slums in Kitui. Now picture this boy shuffling to a dark hot and seedy cyber in a corner of this hovel to write me an email a few …
