Mwela has a lot of theories. He tells you about them each night after dinner, after the fish fryers have cooled and the last of the ugali is scraped from the tabletops...
Imagine you've tried and failed to be a writer, and, your literary dreams up in smoke, you meet a nice man, and fall in love, and decide that if you aren't cut out to bring a unique work of art into the world, you might as well bring a unique human being into it.
I am letting you listen to Ahmed’s thoughts. It’s important that you know this, because he only speaks Arabic, he only thinks in Arabic, and that’s not a language you understand.
You make the first move, a vague email saying something to the effect that you’re around and bored, and if he’s free, you might be free, too.
Arrive early on a grey-stained morning at the café she has chosen. Press your face against the locked glass door.
A story begins with a woman sitting at her kitchen table at 7 a.m., having just received a call from the police.
When your mother refuses to talk to you after your marriage, you will turn to your husband and say, “She’ll come around to us in time.”