Category: Lifestyle

I meet her on Thursday at the barbershop. She’s the masseuse washing my head and giving me a massage. “Kwani ulipotelea wapi?” She asks.

A youthful woman has just opened her door from the next flat. She’s in my direct line of vision. She knows if I lift my head from my

I find him in my kitchen sink, in the morning. He startles me by how quickly he moves. Small, crawling animals often inflict a certain kind of terror.

She remembers that this venue was his pick for their date. She had wanted a more uppity location but he had insisted on this one.

It’s raining in heavy sheets and my 5:00 am alarm is going off somewhere in my blankets, in a muffled sound. I make for it and grab my

I didn’t think I would be forty and failing at love, yet here I was at Kasarani Police Station reporting the woman I loved.

I am writing this on a Monday afternoon. The sky is a clear blue and the sun is high up burning a hole into the sea of blue.

This is a true story. Names and places have been altered to protect the identity of the narrator. She hasn’t told this story before, not to her family,