BY FLORENCE BETT March ‘17 I find him waiting at the dining table. He’s doing something on his laptop, maybe sending an email. He’s wearing a warm sweater and this makes me feel even hotter, he’s like a radiator. Allow me to introduce him to you: Meet
BY FLORENCE BETT Out of the entr’acte between sunset and darkness, when most of Nairobi is hunkered between the inevitable mature of what-now to what-next, I slink into the back seat of an Uber. It’s a Thursday, and I’m headed to Century Cinemax at the Junction on Ngong Road to