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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I’D RATHER BE HERE

  12 am on Monday morning. Why am I here? I shouldn't be here, that's what they keep telling me. I should be in an office somewhere. Perhaps in one of those telecommunications multi-corps. Yeah, that sounds fancy. If I worked there they wouldn't look at me the way I see them do. I should …

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