Fuck it. Nairobi night is for sissies.
I jumped out and realised that I was on a wrong side of Moi Avenue. My tuk tuk sped away.
Suddenly I realised what it felt like to see my own colour of skin from other eyes.
And then I ran.
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My tuk tuk driver said I should keep my head down. I lit a cigarrette - Sportsman - and sipped from a can of Tusker.
Fuck it. Nairobi night is for sissies. I jumped out and realised that I was on a wrong side of Moi Avenue. My tuk tuk sped away. Suddenly I realised what it felt like to see my own colour of skin from other eyes. And then I ran. Comments are closed.
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