By Daniel Kakuru When I was nine or thereabouts, I ate poison – rat poison – and refused to die. You want...
By Daniel Kakuru They started by shaving his beard, as if stripping him of manhood itself. Cold razors, colder than their hearts,...
By Daniel KakuruDailyExpress Columnist The other day I sat in a clinical room with a Muslim man thrice my age. We discussed...
By Daniel KakuruUgandan Medic in Private Practice and Social Commentator I once read, from the newspapers, a story of a man, as old...