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

I am mighty fatigued. I was in Machakos over the weekend holding my kid brother’s hand as he wed then married. The last time I was this fatigued, Lupita was douched in fake sweat in a fake sex scene too timid for its own educative good, in a small-screen production

Women. Women are horrible creatures. We seesaw on the extremities of love and peace, war and hate. Women don’t sit on the fence. Not because we can’t see the fence, or because the fence can’t handle our weight, but because we are about sides. We take sides. We take a

Let me first tell you a story before I get into today’s story. Before I joined campus in 2004 (do you hear that Real G?), I worked for a year with a private architect’s firm off Lenana Road. One of those old neighbourhood blocks converted into a commercial pocket. It