I am there at a friend’s invitation. (Never-mind where – it’s not remarkable enough to warrant a description). Well, that’s not strictly true. He and I
Read MoreThe city lies quiet, clenched with worry. The night is empty, still. Even the wind is reluctant to move about. In the suburbs, through the backroads
Read MoreMy mother-in-law is not a pious woman. You are more likely to find her holding a how-to guide on pleasing your man than the Four Gospels.
Read MoreThe door to Ben’s office is ajar when I get there. I tap lightly and walk in to find Awiti – our elderly tea lady –
Read MoreOn this February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window watching the quiet rustling of dried palm leaves dancing in a mild breeze.
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