like father, like son
I wasn’t born a killer. I wasn’t ‘grown’ into one either. In fact, you would argue, I was born to be killed. The worst time to be Kenyan; the 1920s.
motel room, C4
70 years on since independence, finally the law discriminating against sexual orientation was totally scrapped. It was legal to marry. Although that meant freedom of expression, the court was stunned silent.
the rules of men
I looked away and stared at the big antique clock above the counter. Then, I began to cry.
forest road, milimani
When Abdul visited his hospitalized best-friend Martin, on a rainy August afternoon, he carried a bouquet to replace the ones that were withered, a box of boerewors pizza, and a loaded gun to kill him with.