Tag: Kisauti

Njoro came back the next day on his black mamba bicycle. The complaining of its un-oiled pedal announced him, and Mama Linda, Beatrice, and I

This year started with a call from a classmate. I had just dropped my second novel and she called to tell me how her friend couldn’t stop talking

In this story, I meet a girl with a cold, and a guy called Protus. An attendant tries to get me arrested for not having a shawarma receipt.

I won’t say it was anger that made me make the decision I did, but in retrospect, It might have had a part to play.

People need a villain and they need him perhaps more than they need a hero. They need someone to point a finger at and say, ‘That one is

My Tuesday starts when I wake up but it begins when I get to Nairobi’s Central Business District. When you think about CBD your mind

1. Cat Woman No bad deed goes unpunished. When I interact with someone, I open their file in my mind and I see how they treated me from

I know, I know, I know there is someone following me. He has been following me for months. I can feel his footsteps heavy behind me.