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.
The philosophy of nyama choma
There are things you can only say over nyama choma. Not because the conversation requires meat. But because the ritual demands a certain kind of time.
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.
Forty in Bali
I feel like a 25-year-old who has been wearing a heavy coat for fifteen years and is finally taking it off.