OF NEVER MET PEOPLE AND UNSOLICITED RANT

The other day I asked a friend to describe me based on my writing suppose we had never met. It was on a Tuesday mid-morning, I was seated in the boardroom at work chowing down on these two overpriced chapos (20 bob a piece, can you believe these people??)  as I washed them down with hot tea (I was fuckin’ hungry), Naaman’s laptop was humming softly as it sat in front of me. On the screen was Biko’s website. Continue reading “OF NEVER MET PEOPLE AND UNSOLICITED RANT”

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