“Utatuitia mchele lini?” Hellon asked, smiling. We are standing outside the church, on a Sunday afternoon just after the second service. His eyes are dancing in their sockets and the pupils of his eyes are dilated. I know he means no harm, just regurgitating the common refrain directed at single people. I have gathered some […]Continue Reading... 7 Comments.
“Denise is such a snob” Sharon told her friend Eleanor. Eleanor gazed at her friend. They were at a mutual friend’s wedding, on a hot Saturday afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, spreading the heat into the white tents that had been erected on a school field in a semicircular formation. Some people […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
This Wednesday I went on a coffee date with a lady friend. Ok, neither of us took coffee but that is neither here nor there. I had told the lady I would be in town by 5.30pm, latest 6. I was lucky, because that day my office schedule was light. So I cleared my day’s […]Continue Reading... 112 Comments.
First, I will admit that this is not the post that I wanted to write this week. I had another story that had been brewing in my head since Saturday. Plus there is another story that a reader asked me to write, and it is cooking in my head. Mideva, I have not forgotten. I […]Continue Reading... 8 Comments.
Recently I boarded a matatu on my way home, and sat next to the driver. The other seat was vacant, but a few stops ahead, this gentleman flags down the matatu down and sits next to me. He is about my height and build, but looks much older, perhaps fifty. His hair, which is a […]Continue Reading... No Comments.