Ngwatilo

The pothole is gone; the one I hit once and remembered every other trip home, knowing it was there when I passed like a road sign. It’s been      recarpeted– by the Chinese, mum says, only they will fix a road in a day. I drive over the spot to celebrate and mourn, the same way [...]

i saw the house today, a quaint two bedroomed, with enough space for a dinning and lounge. The bathroom loo had a wonderful flush, a properly old school bowl and tank and the tub, in its own room, imagine a bath without the knock of a belly full of pee cutting in Outside was a [...]

So yesterday, i was in a number 24 Nissan matatu at 5.45pm heading up past Nairobi West. At the roundabout that joins Langata road, my matatu lurches forward into the roundabout in the middle of traffic, as matatus are wont, and nearly rams into this woman driving a pickup. She is in the roundabout nearly [...]

is Jacaranda trees in bloom  blissfully blue, bold, edging toward lavender gladness. When the rain falls, as we hope, the flowers fall. It is not tragic, stomping on them on Kenyatta Ave delicately and joyfully– we hope the ritual will make us  blissful while blue, even decidedly bold.  

Lillian towers was built to look like a maizecob. I think the architecture continues to be pretty cool. …