It’s the 1880s and life as you know it is changing.
Dear me I love to write. I also hate to write. I want to write. I also don’t want to…
I’m a millennial. That generation the straddles the pre and post-internet explosion. I like to believe we are that magical…
I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
Merry Christmas!
By Jimmy Ojakol From having them clown in baggy clothes that are the oddest pairings to demanding for terribly renumerated…
A young man walks onto the stage and boldly proclaims that he is a rapist. At the audience’s shocked gasp,…
I’m not judging you.
It is Sunday morning. You wake up, ready to conquer the world. You wait for the usual sounds of the…
If you want to hide something from an African, put it in a book.