My camera is a Canon SD1400IS. My pal sneaked it in across borders from the States three years ago. It’s black, with bevelled edges. It sits feathery in my open palm. It’s a handy little beast that bites harder than it barks. Its best shots, are in natural light. This

I pity July. July isn’t a month which feels inspired or original. It feels lethargic. Stolen and repetitive. As if it’s a dull reflection of the other months of the year. If the year could tell us which month it pauses to catch a breath, it would say it’s July.

By Robert Aseda Something about the Nairobi woman sets her apart from other females out there. The typical Nairobi woman is calculating and callous. She is fake. Don’t believe me? Look at her face. It’s covered in so much makeup it’s almost impossible to identify her. Still on complexion, she

Kate was no ordinary woman. I decided that after our second, maybe third encounter. The day she said she doesn’t keep a TV in her house. You know Kate, right? Kate Getao. Columnist for the Saturday Nation Magazine. Kate can’t have run her Flakes column for over fifteen years being

The excellent and terrible things about Choices Bar on Baricho Road teeter about its music and photography. Choices is excellent for the soul they play on Tuesday nights. Music so soulful it begs for no conversation or company. Forget those washed out mixes DJ Adrian has been looping on Capital

He called. He makes me happy. He really does. He doesn’t make me happy as in laughing and giggling and joking. Well, he does, I laugh, and giggle and joke with him…a lot. I laugh so much that there’s a screeching pitch at the end of my laughter. But he makes me