Tag: Kisauti

I meet her on Thursday at the barbershop. She’s the masseuse washing my head and giving me a massage. “Kwani ulipotelea wapi?” She asks.

Paul walks quickly while looking at his thin watch. He stops a lady on the road. “Can you tell me where Kencom is? I’m late for a date

A youthful woman has just opened her door from the next flat. She’s in my direct line of vision. She knows if I lift my head from my

Mama Kibe moves slowly. For a sixty-year-old woman, she seems to have lived over a century.

I find him in my kitchen sink, in the morning. He startles me by how quickly he moves. Small, crawling animals often inflict a certain kind of terror.

She remembers that this venue was his pick for their date. She had wanted a more uppity location but he had insisted on this one.

It’s raining in heavy sheets and my 5:00 am alarm is going off somewhere in my blankets, in a muffled sound. I make for it and grab my

I didn’t think I would be forty and failing at love, yet here I was at Kasarani Police Station reporting the woman I loved.