A LETTER TO MY PAST SELF

Boy do I have the scoop of a lifetime for you. Literally. Remember your best friend from childhood, all through primary school and part of high school? Well, you don’t talk anymore, you just...  drifted apart. You occasionally bump into each other in the streets of Nairobi, but all that’s exchanged is a nod. Remember …

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