Category: Lifestyle

“Look at my hips, do you want to hold my hips, Katana?” Beatrice continued in slurred speech while walking towards me.

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.