Category: Lifestyle

You'll remember the crate of Tusker that lived underneath Njoro's bed, the one that was a bottle short? Beatrice had developed a taste for it.

“Katana, that roof has gone a day without being swept,” Mama Linda barked at me and I pretended not to have heard her.

Kenyans are always in a state of enjoyment—it's always 5 pm somewhere, they will tell you as they exchange “Uko?” messages

You will remember the watery cabbage and ugali I used to get paid with. That was the first thing that left the table.

I went on a date with a teacher. Teachers fascinate me, there is intrigue in someone who can move you from ignorance to understanding.

I heard Njoro had put out 8Kg maize flour reward to whoever could find us, and bring us to him.

I picked up a new hobby this month: cycling. And my introduction to the sport was a thudding fall.

I did it like a thief in the night. After Njoro and her first wife were asleep, I sneaked into their house and woke up Beatrice.