It’s 9.17pm. I’m sitting in a home-bound matatu, waiting for it to fill up. I’m at the window seat behind the driver. I prefer it because I get to watch people outside and makeup stories about their lives. A slim, tired looking man gets in and takes the seat oppositeĀ  mine. He’s wearing shiny shoes […]

A short disclaimer, about the title of this post, it is one of the most respectful and endearing ways for us in the village below the slopes to greet our old ladies. Not just our biological mothers, but any lady older than us, respectful enough to be our mothers. If you wish to steal one […]