You are tired, having been out of town, where, with certain scribbling colleagues, you undertook some mentally draining tasks.
You’re now at your peripheral side of Dar City, having dropped off a daladala and headed straight to your inner locality, which is “blessed” with a whole four drinking joints, each with a quality of its own.
These are your drinking places of choice after sunset, since each of them is just a short walking distance to the place you call kwangu.
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