Then there is another guy. Lives in Ongata Rongai. Lives in a house that is almost finished, his own unfinished house. He’s those guys who will build a house and move into it before it’s finished because they just can’t give someone else rent for another day. Of course he’s Kikuyu. He’s a silent guy. Keeps to himself. It’s said that he is born-again. He goes to NPC Karen. He’s 41, three kids. Two girls, one boy. A teetotaller. He finds Mike Rua unpalatable.

This guy is in printing business in downtown Nairobi, Kirinyanga Road. Five people work for him full-time and another four on part-time. He doesn’t wear suits, this guy. He wears shirts and pants and sometimes a jacket. He could be anybody. He has a picture of his family on his desk. When you call his phone, you will hear some playback song by Christina Shusho. He signs off his smses with “Be blessed.” He drives a Toyota Noah.

The Banker wearing his favourite suit, the Printer wearing his faith. They finally meet. They lived their lives as strangers but are finally joined by destiny on Langata Road. Unknown to them they were already joined by death at birth and all they did in life only brought closer their final meeting on Langata Road. But now they are together. Like it was written.

Rink : this is nyanza
That was an excellent piece. The scene from 'STEND' in Oksum siti or is it othumo and the matatu ride was so vividly captured i felt i was right there

and the hawkers. . . If you've been to Kisumu you must have met jamaa wa capssus, capssus

na hiyo matatu ni kama hii donge?

Where is Taban Lo Liyong ' boy Kenyans can read and write we are not a literary desert


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