Walking the Wok
When my friend Daniel Chan confided in me that Jennifer was leaving him because he was washing his Wok with soap, I laughed till I started to wheeze. And when I came up for air it was to use the little psychology I knew to assure him he was obviously...
How Kamau Wa Mwangi Escaped into Exile
He had been running for hours. His lungs were about to implode.
Each heartbeat, a resounding thud of pure will, sounded spaced out, lonely even, as if at some point the distance between...