In the months before my mother died she occupied herself with the lives of her only sons. Spending what seemed like every waking moment asking questions about our relationships, would-be marriages and not-yet-born children. “Olusegun you will not be young and handsome forever.” She would bellow over the phone… [10mins]

It was the week before Christmas when he found out. He’d gone to the supermarket to buy exactly 3kg of chicken breast, a bottle of vinegar and breadcrumbs. Mueni would marinade the chicken in her secret family spice before grilling it in the oven for exactly two hours at one hundred degrees Celsius… [10mins]