Night Of Long Knife

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Having a phone interview is weird. You hear things in the background; doors opening, whispers, someone asking if you have seen their socks, a cat yawning, the sound of a saw, water running, a cough, silence, tears, pauses filled with …

 

“Driver With A Degree”

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I first met Arthur Mwai in 2013 on a Jameson familiarisation trip to Dublin, Ireland. It was organised by Pernod Ricard. It was cold – the tail-end of winter. Arthur was cool. He was dressed to the nines. He had …

 

Deuteronomy 33:6

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He is 20 years old and there is death in him. He feels it summoning him. Egging him on. Seducing him. In case you are wondering what that feels like; “it feels like dying is the only way,” he tells …

 

Memory Catcher

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The night was off to a lousy start from the beginning. It wasn’t the sort of night you’d remember when you are old and graying and your grandchildren are holding your hand and studying the wrinkles on the back of …

 

My Mother

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We spoke on the phone. She’s from some cold place in Europe. This is her story.
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A phone number made public is like shit in the open; it attracts all types of flies. I know a lot about flies, …

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