My English and Swahili Teacher
VoKe walked down the path. He’d walked it many times. In fact, he’d walked down it this morning. He’d walked up it again this afternoon. …
Fictiony tingz
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 …
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 …