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Nipping, for men.

Back in 2010, fresh out of primary reeking of good morals and knee-high socks, I went to become a man (which I think is a very archaic way to put it because losing a bit of skin doesn’t mean shit if you still live at your parents’ and ask for airtime cash). Anyway, I was […]

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The super highway pierces through the small town like a deranged surgeon, and beneath it, forms a cool but dusty shade where a small town lives and blossoms. Githurai, for folk not fortunate enough to know it, is a small town that thrives under insecurity, immense dust, loud noises emanating from buses and their touts, […]

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