ROADSIDE RIVER
Pouncing upon iron roof
It’s the friend who descends at dawn
Listen. I don’t put myself out there that much when it comes to the heavy hitting wahala (google it, damn it) that pops up on us on…
‘Daddy, can I please go and say goodbye to the doll?’ I asked. My dad nodded, and I ran back towards the hut that housed various trinkets, and beautiful dolls in their colourful dresses. At that moment my eight-year old self knew my parents would not leave that compound in Kaduna without buying me…
You know, and with me, you know, I…
With only 1 day to the polls, the election fever in Kenya is at its’ peak. It has been a…
