A Reminiscence Of P-Unit In 11 Parts
Carey Baraka
I “Wahenga walidedi, wakaacha watoi. Watoi hao hawangeitwa wahenga, so wakaitwa wagenge.” — Bon’Eye, 2008 I received the news of Sauti Sol’s impending breakup with
I “Wahenga walidedi, wakaacha watoi. Watoi hao hawangeitwa wahenga, so wakaitwa wagenge.” — Bon’Eye, 2008 I received the news of Sauti Sol’s impending breakup with
One of the best depictions of Muslim women I’ve come across in the media is the show “We Are Lady Parts” by Nida Manzoor. So,
If there ever was a film that was truly a labour of love it would be “Loving Vincent”, a biographical drama about the life and death of the person considered to be the father of modern art, Vincent Van Gogh.
1 My mother’s answer leaves me disappointed when I ask her about the musician whose cassettes we listened to every Saturday morning. I want her
The Breakfast Club. Murder on the Orient Express. Speed. I’ve always loved bottle movies – those that take place in one location for their entire
“Aki mum, it wasn’t even that short…” This is how I found myself being my own defense lawyer, on a Sunday afternoon phone call with
For my formative years, my scope of music was defined by, and limited to, the risquè conversations of 88.4 KISS 100, the faint English accents
I’ve been watching Boiler Room since I was a teenager. Through the wormhole of Youtube, I would be transported to the glistening dancefloors of Paris,
It was the fifth year in a row that Jimmy Rugami, Nairobi’s famous record man, was hosting vinyl buffs at his store at Kenyatta Market.
In Ngummo’s Kenyatta Market, near the nyama choma stalls, James ‘Jimmy’ Rugami curates his sonic treasure trove.
