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My Town: Six independent pairs of eyes fling suspicious glances at me, they shake heads in confusion [3]
The man next to me violently puffs out clouds of smoke from his mouth like an overburdened locomotive. He silently chases me to the other side of this wobbly bench.
One man, a woman and a second man atop a motorcycle, none has a helmet.
A young man carries a bucket full of water on his left shoulder. Splash - Splash! The water protests
A boy tugs his car - an empty biscuit carton with sticks and bottle tops at its base - across the rough uneven road. Both the car and the driver bounce in exhilaration.
Three youth hammering nails into a new market stall
A couple walks by hand in hand. If only the lady could donate half of her smile to the gentleman.
Three bars. I can't see a hotel. I'm hungry.
A man staggers. I confirm the hour. It is barely eleven in the morning.
The newly painted purple building is incongruous with its neighbouring companions.
Incessant cries of keyboards being assaulted by ruthless swift fingers ring the lonely Tech-Savvy Cyber Café.
A motorbike zooms past. This one carries a silver barrel of KEG.
A dog sniffing all over the place
Our couple retraces their path. The gentleman holds an overfed plastic bag. The lady is all giggles.
The woman at Wanyokabi Tailor Shop gives the glossy dark tan cloth material one last look. She scissors it with finesse. Someone will get a suit next week.
A curious boy walks by and peeps into this piece of paper.
A carpenter animatedly hacks at a protruding piece. After a sigh and a stream of sweat, she resumes the fight.
Mother and Son peel potatoes at their front yard.
Some coffee berries lay on a sack in the sun. I am unable to pinpoint their owner.
Three men in black gumboots debate: Two hundred thousand was too much...No, Mzee Njogu is a rich man... (The rest is inaudible from this distance)
Six independent pairs of eyes fling suspicious glances at me. I abbreviate my soft drink in three gulps. They shake their heads in confusion.
