The Firstborn
With the last embers of the sun fading behind a cloud, the trill of crickets and chirrup of a nightjar filled the air. An evening breeze picked up and carried…
Rage
That weekend, I was supposed to take a local group on a guided day tour of Nairobi National Park but I woke up feeling fuzzy despite two days’ rest. A…
Wild Women
The first night back from the circuit, I was stiff as a brick. After trying various remedies over the years, I had found that hot lavender tea baths did the…
The Interluder
It was late evening when I returned to the familiar, warm scent of my house. I could tell Mundia had just got in as well by the stillness in the…
The Kindred Spirit
Mark returned to the room after midnight, face flushed. He must’ve drank something I couldn’t smell on him — vodka citrus or rum and coke. He took his boots off…