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.
I KNOW WE HAD SEX, BUT PLEASE REMIND ME YOUR NAME
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…