The first thing Mark Makori Omakori thought when he came to at Lang’ata cemetery was that he was dead and

“Look at the streets. They are full of them, kids with nowhere to go, for ever suffering. Apprehension is what

Most Sundays, for forty years, I would wake in the arms of the woman I love, the mother of our

I look at my sister on the couch opposite me. I walk over to where she is and hug her.

“You have a beautiful face and nice eyes,” I told her. By this I meant her bust and boobs. “Are

“Madam, can I change the hotel?” Lieutenant Sammy Masika asked the morning after. “Seriously, officer? You are not even talking

I was going to kill somebody. I meant it. After so many years of planning; not that I am a

The man who raped women now rapes the dead. He goes through all the cadavers inserting fingers. He loves their

I enjoyed the torment of desperation I saw in their eyes, all of them. Women, when they are desperate, are

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. I knew I now had his undivided attention, like when he was sweet-talking me out

I needed a shot of vodka, straight not shaken, James Bond style. If I didn’t get it in the next