See me as you wish, and I’ll see myself for what I really am

A slender, dark-skinned, seemingly exhausted┬ápolicemen stops our car somewhere along the Mombasa – Nairobi highway. He asks to see my driving license. I reach for my handbag, pull out my wallet, extract the document and hand it over to him. He flips it open, gives it a cursory glance and says, “I want you to give me your own licence.” Continue reading

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