It’s 2001, and we’re teenagers. We wrapped up a week of exams and are finally enjoying our weekend. With me are Lisa, Djiby, and Rasseck. Djiby is probably the darkest dude you’ve ever seen in your life. Lisa is your go-to girl for a sweet playlist. She and Djiby are…

There is this little bowl at my friend’s house. It’s a silver bowl, slightly oxidized and about the size of a coconut sliced in half. You wouldn’t think by looking at it, but it is heavy in a pleasing way. On its rim, at opposite ends, two flat handles are…

Picture this. You’re in your flat. Except it’s not your flat. Your flat is back in Canada, where folks are freezing their balls and tits off, although we’re already in May. But I digress. You’re in your friend’s flat in Nairobi, Kenya. And it’s a beautiful flat. …

I used to struggle with my identities. From a young age, I was told to fit in, and so I did. I’d stay quiet when I wanted to speak. I wouldn’t make a fuss when I needed to defend my opinion. I would remain composed when I was irritated to…