Monthly Archives: August 2010

Johnson Maina. Familiar? Probably not. It may help if you sound it out. But it won’t. Shot dead at seventy on the 17th, on Waiyaki way. You mustn’t remember. It’s okay, I didn’t either. He was shot in front of … Continue reading →

. Having attended an Islamic school during my very important formative years, I’m free of those unique suspicions that plague any red-blooded anti-Muslim or the paranoia of American neo-conservatives in D.C over people blowing themselves up like Christmas trees. Perhaps, … Continue reading →

At about 1660 metres above the sea, my first thoughts on Nairobi are that it is a city, in Robert Browning’s words ‘crowded with culture’. This largely owing to the daily busloads of rustics and aliens- charming in the independence … Continue reading →