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When a killer calls….

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I called Njogu this morning; remember him the guy I almost killed? Well, yes, we haven’t talked in ages and so I decided to check on him, see if he is still breathing and all. It was pretty early …

Sir, please wait for the Chinese to serve….

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This post is going to be totally diarrheic and blonde. I don’t have anything groundbreaking to write about, okay, at least I’m not in that frame of mind. So yes, this is going to be very random.

My hustle …

My village is not on the map. It’s small and unassuming. We don’t grow cash crops. We don’t have notable heroes. We don’t have a tarmacked road- all we have is a ragged dusty winding path that climbs hills …

“Have you ever killed a lion?”

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Meet Gesengei. He’s Samburu. The thing with Samburus is that everybody mistakes them for the Maasai. It pisses them off, and rightfully so. It’s like someone who keeps calling you James when you are Martin and you can’t muster …

People….

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I might not be a people’s person, but I talk to people. I have to. It’s my corn. It’s my bread. If I didn’t talk to people my little girl would starve and start eating her nails, then when …

I hit a man (Part 2)

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He is called Njogu. The man I hit. Njogu happens to be my favourite Kuyu name. That and Wacera and Wambui. My desk mate in class 4 was called Paul Njogu. He was brown like a girl. Annoying …