After my grand designs for a fluorescent sign bombed, I was invited by suave Mahed and his despotic half, Reesha, to barter my craft for a week at his cozy place in the ridiculously tropical Diani beach, complete with white sandy beaches, Baobabs and rottweilers. It was exactly what I needed after what I saw as my shameful failure. It was there that I discovered my signature style that would eventually redeem... read more.