Tag: Wakimuyu

Nairobi, December 1990 Nzioka was in distress. He was leaving his young bride behind to go and work for the Nairobi Times newspaper branch in Mogadishu. He looked

I’m writing this on a Tuesday afternoon at Java Kimathi. I’m upstairs overlooking Kosewe’s. My ears are full to the brim with a cocktail of the hooting of

I am doing a story series called Nairobi Love, documenting the trauma we go through in relationships and how we try to heal. This is the second story

Gloria Gloria was innocent, or at least that’s what she showed the world, but in her mind she was in her partying years. Twenty-three, feisty, with a beautiful

David Ogilvy says when you think well, you write well. I haven’t been thinking very well lately so this piece might be all over the place. I thought

Update Whenever we meet, she always has a book with her. The first time we met was at News Café, Sarit. She was wearing all black, beside her

This is a true story. The person has wished to remain anonymous. After you read it you will understand why. As she narrated the events I had a

Andrea I was born a rich girl in a family of three children. But that’s not my superpower. My superpower is that I can tell you within the