Category: Lifestyle

It’s Monday, or as Kenyans would call it; Utamaduni Day and as I would call it; Signing Books Day. I’m at Junction Mall looking to buy a pen.

I had decided I wouldn’t see her again. But I am now looking at her picture, and I am wondering what she is made of?

I am writing this at 6:00 pm on a Tuesday, immediately after my run. I haven’t saved her number yet, nor looked it up on Truecaller. I haven’t

I’m getting ready for a late afternoon run. I need to make a decision on a contract that is sitting in my inbox, and I need a clear

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.