We waited in line, intimidated and silent, words had a cost, and we were paupers. A starving, ailing, beggarly country had waited for months to remove them from power. Overhead, the sun was scotching, but the mood in the booths was like a laundry day on the dreariest day of winter. We sat on our ageing couches as the results slowly trickled in, and our disbelieving stares had a thousand yards in them.
There’s a sexual revolution happening in Kenya. For the first time in ages, sex toy shops, which were barely breaking even, are making profits; big, veiny dildos are selling out as fast as whips and Read more…
When your gas cooker isn’t fancy, you use matches to light it. And because ours isn’t fancy, I use matches, it’s frustrating, always with the friction, always making mini fires and using up matchsticks. When Read more…
If you have overslept, run late in Kenya or gotten home at odd hours of the night, then you’ve most likely used a motorbike. Motorbikes, commonly known as ‘nduthis’ beat traffic, get to places where Read more…
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