Many times by the time we become aware of the precarity of life it is already slipping away. Uzuri ya akili, they say, ni kuzoea na kusahau. By the time we look this precarity in the face it is alr…

As I sit happily in the misery I chose looking at the openly traumatised roam the city streets yelling for a freedom that they don’t understand, this piece begins to write itself. In my mind an ide…