Articles By Keguro Macharia
Touch by touch, gesture by gesture, worlds could be reformed, alliances forged.
The colonial-era club was supposed to replicate the private gentlemen’s clubs in England, where the wealthy and privileged nurse their gout.
Even a cursory glance at mainstream Kenyan discussions reveals that the Report on Devil Worship became the dominant frame through which to understand state and society.
It took me ten years to learn how to write about my father, about his life and death, about how I was still learning to live without him. I am still learning.
I have never seen Kenyan flags hanging in doorways or from apartment windows. Those of us who grew up under the tyrant Moi associate them with forced performances of patriotism.
It felt like a rite of passage to have a story about being chased by dogs
It felt anthropological
A choice between ethnonationalist patriarchs is no choice.
Of Un-flushable Wet Wipes and other Un-African Shames