Tag: fictiony type tingz
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My English and Swahili Teacher
VoKe walked down the path. He’d walked it many times. In fact, he’d walked down it this morning. He’d walked up it again this afternoon. He was now down it again, with a large sack of books, and the afternoon sun keenly on his heels. Along the path is where VoKe first saw the hand…
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Ćevapi
Nairobi – Now The restaurant was on the implicit border between the good part and the not-so-good part of the city. Its terrace naturally faced the good part, but on the other side, beyond the colourful paintings and the beige wall was a stinking alley and the government’s postal office, forlorn and faded, as if to prove that…
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stealing a life
A pandemonium. Darting eyes, dashing feet. Rushing. shouts, shouting! Mshike!! Mwizi huyo! Ashikwe![1] The matatu has suddenly halted. All vehicles have. You – still intact – are tired. The mama next to you has her whole head out the window, following the noise with her eyes and craning her neck in all directions. She is…
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days of the week
Monday, she could have sat anywhere, the bus was sort of empty, but she chose the seat next to me. I was going to Westlands because they needed a receptionist for one of the hotels and I figured why not, it’d be in the weekends, and they pay well, at least more than the barber…