The Power In A Power Blackout.
Growing up in the late 80s it wasn’t unusual to have four out of seven nights when we had to make do with candles and kerosene ‘kandili’.
stillness
Why The Quiet of the Countryside is So Appealing
I want the quiet of the sticks, to breathe in; and to use a tired cliche- fresh air. I want to hear the birds sing, to awaken to the crowing of the cocks. Not by the screeching of alarm clocks or matatu touts calling for passengers
