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Photography is Not Easy My Friend
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Photography is Not Easy My Friend

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We had agreed that we would pick him up in the morning. We even shook hands like gentlemen. Except Fortune. He did not touch her. It is against either the Somali or the Muslim tradition for an old man with a flaming red beard to touch a woman in greeting; especially one with blonde hair […]

When The Hills Wept Fire
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When The Hills Wept Fire

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Current location report; Room 2L, Royal Docks Hotel in Migingo. A small nondescript centre just before Mtito Andei, where buses from Western going to Mombasa make a stop so that passengers can pee. There is nothing royal about this place except that it is the best hotel that we can find in this neck of […]

Meet Wai Wai’s Hands
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Meet Wai Wai’s Hands

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Out of sheer curiosity, riddle me this; who owns Voi? Who are the indigenous people of Voi? I ask this because the people of Voi confuse me an awful lot. You meet a man and he speaks fluent, flawless Swahili, complete with the kakas and ndugus and they have that Coastal ring to it that […]

Come On! It Is Just Deo
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Come On! It Is Just Deo

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My girlfriend bought me that spray. It is not ati an expensive spray. It is a Chris Adams. I have been using it for as long as Uhunye has been president. I like it. I like how it smells. That is why my girlfriend bought it for me, less than a month ago. But now […]

Today I will fly
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Today I will fly

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Even as I sat there waiting for these strange hands to touch me, I knew. I knew I was cheating. I knew what I was doing. This was no accident. It is not as if this clande was any better, cleaner, smelled nicer, or even that those hands were any softer. In fact, if we […]