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“So tell me about your terrible morning,” He knows how to cut to the chase this man. However I am too engrossed in my greasy piece of chicken to think of the day as anything but blissful and the morning anything far from a distant memory, long gone and forgotten. “Almost did not get to work but I am here. Tell me about your skinny girlfriend.” She is actually the ex-girlfriend but I have this strong inclination to annoy the hell out of him regardless. This city is starting to eat at the few sensitive… Continue reading →
I am squeezing coins real tight in my palm lest they fall and scatter and disappear into the night bush like my life depends on it. You see, I am headed to town and specifically at this time, half hour late for work, to save money so you can imagine my near hypertension moment when the bus tout says that the fare is ten shillings above what I so desperately cling to. I stand my ground and make the least diva face I can manage. I am born diva. I have held my head high… Continue reading →