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    BARBER & MAMAA

    Finding a barber is like finding a wife. If we talk often, you must have heard me say that enough times. You must also have heard me complain about my barber, and if you were to take my whining out of context, it would sound acutely similar to complaints a man would have of his […] More

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    TIDES OF FAVOUR

    At the time, I had a Casio watch. I can’t remember where I got it from because I didn’t buy it. It was going to be my buffer on that drowsy mission I was on to incase for some reason best known to the witch in my village – I don’t get to hear the bell. On a good day, really, I’d hear it, though it was far from my dorm. It was those old, big bells like that of a Cathedral. I also knew it was quite the risk, but that’s what the Casio watch was for; to watch my back! Apparently, it didn’t. How? I can’t tell. More

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    SLEEPERY

    It must have been on a Wednesday when I decided to skip lunch because, unlike other days, the menu that day was not so enticing. So, skipping lunch was bearable. We were having mothukoi, and on such a day, if you’re not a prefect on duty, you were not going to be enjoying the premium version of that, which was ‘spiked’ with a lot of cooking oil and onions; in sheng, we called it ngata. In our school, meals preserved for prefects were called chamber. We found them being called so when we joined Form One, and I figure it’s because the cooks served and set it aside in sufurias in a secluded part of the kitchen—a chamber. More

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