Braiding Day: A 2014 African hair thriller

Ominously black, all buttons and interchangeable heads, the gizmo’s high roar was a thing of pure terror. Just like that, I was 9 again. Seated on a plastic chair with a towel draped over my shoulders, there was the familiar image of a blow-drier-wielding hairdresser standing behind me with the evil intent of straightening out…

SmallFatesKe: Of frying pans and fuelless fires

The man was given to loudly confessing his crime to every class of passers-by. At half past midnight, whether on foot or comfortably seated in their vehicles, everybody on that section of University Way got an unwelcome earful of woes from a guilt-ridden thief. His mind had lost its cunning. It momentarily suspending thoughts of…

SmallFatesKe: Brown eyes and a deadly hiss

The crowd outside the chief’s office is restless. It has happened again. Sinewy arms hold hoes and machetes aloft; khanga-swathed, baby-carrying women bounce up and down in motions of protest and cooing. The occasional baa heard from the surrounding fields reinforces the fervour in which they cry for action. It has happened again—and this time…