Gharama ya passpoti
“Mtoto wetu alikuwa huko… miaka kumi na mbili aliishi huko” “Haishi huko tena?” “Aaaaaaa, hata alikuwa keshakuwa raia. Passpoti anayo” “Na?” “Tikiti ya kuenda huko …
Ćevapi
Nairobi – Now The restaurant was on the implicit border between the good part and the not-so-good part of the city. Its terrace naturally faced the …
a string of time
I met Nyamok at the GoodFood Restaurant yesterday. The one at the intersection of Kimathi Street and Kenyatta Avenue. The one that overlooks the Hilliebillie …
our ugly half*
Have you ever set out to search for the missing half? …The half that’s misshapen. Ugly, itchy, heavy, abrasive. Awkward to the hand, gritty on …
Wacha tuseme…
Sema wakati ukija
wa kutafakari upana wa zilizo, walio, kuliko, vilivyo –
utatuona na kufikiria: bahati iliyoje.
and rememberings
a body is running in rain: between the hanging lines sparse with uniforms and garments that will find their way to new owners every week. A body is being rained on, young, years ago, in gumboots running from school to a mother’s warm tea.
stealing a life
A pandemonium. Darting eyes, dashing feet. Rushing. shouts, shouting! Mshike!! Mwizi huyo! Ashikwe![1] The matatu has suddenly halted. All vehicles have. You – still intact …
days of the week
Monday, she could have sat anywhere, the bus was sort of empty, but she chose the seat next to me. I was going to Westlands …
Mimi na Berlin
Mimi na Berlin[i], I, and Berlin[1] I with the nostalgia of recent flailing with the wind, the weight of my body on two spinning wheels …