Medium Reads

I was nine the first time I was caught up in a corruption scandal . Mother sent me to the British Petroleum filling point near Ndurarua Primary to buy paraffin and I let myself be used by the forces of darkness and evil I was walking with my jerrycan, holding Read more…

In a dimly lit alley in Dandora, a young woman walks nervously. She’s carrying a baby on her back, and the bag she is half-carrying, half-dragging is clearly heavy. She keeps looking behind her, like she is running from something or someone that would pop up any minute, and her Read more…

The world’s biggest showerhead is in South B. There’s an estate past the second bump after ‘Sanasana’, where the fruit shack owner has a lisp and it never gets old to hear him ‘fresh salads’. My friend lives in that estate, him, his girlfriend and the world’s biggest showerhead. They Read more…

In 1995, the very first year that players born outside of Europe were eligible for the award, George Weah won the Ballon d’Or. After the glitzy award show in Paris, he would parade the 12 kg, spherical, dipped-in-gold trophy around then-battle weary Monrovia, and proudly so. To date, he remains Read more…

When I walk around places, I like to play a face guessing game. I pick out a random stranger’s face and guess their age. Of people I come to know their ages later, I have a surprisingly good success rate, and only extremely neanimorphic faces throw me off, (that’s people Read more…

Lewis Kobatek is a worried twelve-year-old. Since March this year, COVID-19 has suspended learning for him and his classmates. The time in between has been spent trying to catch up with schoolwork, attending to chores, and stressing about what now seems like a wasted year.