I’m on a flight to Sydney, Australia. The attendant asks if I want tea or wine. I tell her tea is fine. The passenger beside..
One gentle February campaign night in 1999, when the long overdue harmattan still ravaged through the city and all the wells were famished and the..
We were five women sharing a rented room in Nairobi. Five women with different nationalities and religions sharing two beds, one public bath and many..
Alheri is standing on a ledge on the seventh floor of a seven-storey hotel she helped design. It was her who sat at a drawing..
By the time you read this letter, I would be long gone. You probably have most likely noticed my deserted room by the time you..
I love it when she smiles like this. She looks like an angel with the way her head is thrown back in wild abandon. Am..
PROLOGUE Descending the stairs was a man filled with life and love and perhaps something more. Halfway down, he smiled at himself and to everything..
The applause. The cheers. The applause. God, you should hear the applause. “Baba Thiago!!!” Someone in the crowd calls out to me in reverence. They..
If we must blame anything, then it has to be the recession, because, before it, Ponle lived a not-full, not-hungry life, just like everyone else...
11 PM. A friend calls my name from the window to warn me of the massacre that looms. She tells me I need to..
