In my memories of him, which are scant, hazy, and impressionistic, I draw up images of the man he could have been, because if anything I don’t know the man he was.
The strongest presence I ever felt was my father’s absence.
Back in the day, you, and in no exaggerated terms whatsoever, you’d spend 100 shillings and still have enough money to buy beer. For two. Cross my heart!
“This isn't serious,” I say. “This isn't serious,” we say. Who wants to be serious?
With a face that can rudisha nyoka pangoni, I am yet to meet anyone who has come up against Kanjo and not woken up at night screaming.