Biko is away, AGAIN.
He sent me a half-sleepy, non-punctuated text this morning to ask me to inform you that he won’t be around today. So, in the light of his telephonic washing of hands, I feel obliged to ramble away until I run out of words (highly unlikely given I’m the noisiest chatterbox in the history of chatter boxing) or until one of us comes up with a story.
He’s in New York, which means that because of the 8-hour time difference, we only get to experience day light together (assuming night falls at 6pm sharp in Nairobi and day light starts at 6 am in New York) for four hours only, or in further words, that his texts will continue to sound drowsy and incoherent for as long as he is away.
However, we promise to have something for you next week.
Speaking of New York, have you read Brennan’s “Long-winded Lady?”
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