In 2003, I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed intern at Ayton Young and Rubicam along Mombasa Road. (They have since been discarded into the wasteland of failed companies, swallowed by the black pit of ruthless competition). Back then interns …
You are reading a newspaper, or cutting your ugly toe nails, basically minding your own business on a very jaded Saturday afternoon, right? Suddenly a dark shadow is cast over you, like an ominous cumulus cloud. You look up …