I turned 30. It’s been over a fortnight in the space between that sentence, and the remainder of this story. That’s what being 30 does to you – it allows you to pause things, gives you space to reflect and act only when you’ve made a decision to. To some

The hunt ran from May all the way to September: On the 7th of May, Antony ‘Anto NeoSoul’ Mwangi released his debut album to a thirsty intimate crowd that had gathered at the Carnivore Grounds. The album title – Star Born – was befitting to the magnificence that unfolded before

I write my stories from their centre going out. When I open a new blank page, I hit the Enter button two, three times – then absentmindedly another three, four times – then I start to write. This first sentence that meets the page, the idea in this sentence, this

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