The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

He peeps from the hole between his seat and the window, smiles at me, and then automatically expects a response. I touch the cape of my h...

The night was cold. It was not traditional, like all nights – natural and usual. It was already two weeks in to the harmattan, but the he...

The winds wound round the hills and came tumbling in to the sleepy town, carrying heavy July clouds. In this part of the country, the mont...