I lived in a little shanty-like neighbourhood called Kiwafu while in uni in Kampala, with a roommate, Gasirigwa, who was from Tanzania. A room. One window. A mango tree outside the window. The adjoining door – permanently locked – …
Men have always strove to build cars that transcend imagination, like the Audi with its four rings that promises to wring all the pleasure from life. Or the Volvo, a sure sign that God only wishes us nothing but …
The Maasai Mara will forget you. But you will never forget the Mara. It’s open space – acres and acres of it. It’s lone acacias standing erect in the unbroken horizon, thrusting at the heavens like defiant protesters. It’s …