The way love finds you is strange. You are sitting at the café minding your own business and definitely not minding anybody’s business. It is a smoky little place; the kind pf place where nobody will bamboozle you with tea priced at 250 bob. Hell, nah…we don’t do that here. We eat on the cheap, and that being the case, it is a dingy, crowded place. We don’t mind though; we are Mama Njeri’s gang and we are easy like that.

Not the perfect love story but we are willing to make it work.

The Phoenix summaries this tale perfectly, we meet a young woman who reinvents herself in the phase of change and an emotional roller-coaster which we often tend to find ourselves in as we transition through different phases of life. The Phoenix was historically a symbol of strength and resilience and that is the message I’m trying to depict in The Black Phoenix.