Stood in Denial.
My favourite taxi-man Simon is a Luo. Simon received a note last week, like this one, but he could not leave as the letter demanded as he didn’t have anywhere to go.
They are mostly Kikuyu where he lives and Simon is sometimes verbally taunted as he makes his way to his door. I hadn’t seen him for almost a week, and we sat in the taxi for a few minutes after arriving at my hotel apartment; he spoke, I mostly listened.
There were a couple of new stories, but most were stories that I had already heard of, or the equivalent of, before in the office, in the newspapers, online or on the TV, and yet while he spoke I still wasn’t sure if I could believe what I was hearing.
