Within 30 minutes of meeting two different groups of people, Zambian rapper Pilato’s satire of Donald Glover’s This is America, becomes a topic. Pilato, to those...
On the morning of Sunday the 26th of August as I walk along Addis Ababa Rd in the Lusaka suburb of Rhodespark, I hear sirens and...
Two years ago, I used my 40th birthday and the fact that my first book was turning ten to travel from Nairobi to Johannesburg. My partner...
We were young. We were exiled from a land we left when young or that we were not born in but that we were told was...
My friend Kalekye (not her real name) is a teacher at one of Nairobi’s government schools. She is married to a principal of a different government...
My identity straddles African borders. I was born in Zambia to a Zimbabwean mother and a South Africa father. Of the three countries, I carry South...
The signs have been there but in the run-up to the elections we ignore them, no matter how glaring. As the adverts remind us constantly pre-election,...
Wambui is intelligent and funny. She went to a girls’ boarding school and, presumably, is more “girl power” than the average girl. Or so our past...