You’re at this neighbourhood bar having a drink with a fellow mzee who ought to have left the workplace, but, well…he’s still working.
By Marete Wa Marete
You’re at this neighbourhood bar having a drink with a fellow mzee who ought to have left the workplace, but, well…he’s still working.
We’ve requested Margie the accountant reduce the music volume that’s the norm in joints that you and your ilk usually patronise.
“That’s better,” says my tablemate (call him Muga) while giving a thumbs-up to Margie, who had shouted from her beer-dispensing cabin, asking whether the sound level she had just set is okay.
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