Monday morning. Cheptiret. The land of mursik is wet. Not the muddy wet. No. It was just enough heavenly pee to do away with the usual dust. You wish it was the same in here: this matatu. It has defied all odds of time. Its number plate resembles that of your school van in class … Continue reading SIT STILL, LOOK PRETTY
SIT STILL, LOOK PRETTY
