“Wamebarikiwa wanaoutafuta uso wake mungu baba…” (Blessed are those who seek God) sings the mellow voice. I can almost place a face to the voice without laying my eyes...
I am sitting at the corner table. A safe distance away from the insanity workshop, the dance floor. With the help of the dim lighting and the strobes, I can...
“Nicky kwani hiyo kipindi imeisha?” (Nicky, has that program come to an end) shouts my sister from the kitchen as the Churchill Show theme song slowly dies away. It’s a...