Mzee Jamo's garage
Most mechanics dismantle your car so you can't leave. Mzee Jamo doesn't do that.
True stories
The ones that actually happened. Essays and observations from Nairobi and away.
The puddle in Bangsar
Bukit Bintang at night is a fever dream of neon lights, the smell of diesel and satay, and the constant hum of people who don't know where they are going but are determined to get there.
Stories from Eastlands
Told from the estate up.
The small things
A lifetime of paying attention.
Written in motion
Notebooks before laptops.
The geometry of Nairobi mornings
There is a geometry to Nairobi mornings that nobody talks about. The matatu routes form a web across the city.
The philosophy of nyama choma
There are things you can only say over meat. This is about those.
Forty in Bali
Turning forty far from home. Still not brief.
Forty in Bali
Turn 40 far from home. Write about it. Still not brief.
This site is born
The notebooks become stories. The stories find readers.
Why are you keeping these to yourself?
Mwangi reads a notebook over nyama choma in Rongai. No good answer.
First trip outside Kenya
Dar es Salaam. Write 40 pages in three days. Leaving home is the fastest way to understand it.
The matatu notebooks
Start filling notebooks on the Number 33. Every morning, every evening. The passengers become characters.
First audience
Mrs. Odhiambo reads my composition about the rain to the whole class. First addiction.
Born in Eastlands, Nairobi
Third of five children. The noisy one.