No spam from us, pinky swear.
Join 78,883 other subscribers.
your best email address
LET ME IN
Since my mum was expecting me to be a girl, she had planned to call me Joan. You cannot really blame her for expecting me to be a girl because my mother is a very practical human being.
“It must be the chicken at Mwingi yesterday lunch.” “No, it cannot be that. We all ate it.” “Then it…
First the plan was Oloitoktok, or so I thought. Then it was changed to Garissa. Then logistics guys took too…
Type above and press Enter to search. Press Esc to cancel.