Meet Gesengei. He’s Samburu. The thing with Samburus is that everybody mistakes them for the Maasai. It pisses them off, and rightfully so. It’s like someone who keeps calling you James when you are Martin and you can’t muster enough nerve to tell them that (cue: shouting) your name is freaking Martin!
Boniface Mwangi swings off the road and parks outside a bland commercial building, one of the many that dot the roadside. A woman peers from the grill opening of one of the kiosks. The name of the kiosk is “Fruits”.
My class five teacher was called Weje. As the name might suggest she wasn’t really a teacher who smiled. You know the phrase, “to put fear of the Lord”? It was meant to be “to put the fear of Weje.” You wouldn’t describe Weje’s style of discipline as subtle.
After I quit my very brief stint working for the evil interracial couple in 2012 I received an email from a guy called Fred. He said that he developed websites and that my website looked like it needed a new heart.