Sunny Days In Nairobi.
The day I was born it poured with rain. Well it probably didn’t, it doesn’t rain much in Nairobi and certainly not in December, it’s just I can’t imagine being born on a sunny day. The day I was born the rain didn’t come down in buckets, the drains didn’t flood or clog with rubbish. […]
letters.
I’ve only ever received one (love) letter. Written on blue aero-gramme paper with gummed edges which I licked and pressed shut, over and over again for years, so that I could feel again and again what it was like to open a letter written just for me. It was 1994, I was six years old and my father was […]
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