You always run into someone you know at Da Bar in Kisumu’s Mega City Mall. Like this older gentry I mistook for a childhood friend’s neighbour who turned out to be “the biggest sugarcane farmer in Nyanza with thousands and thousands of hectares of farmland.” (That’s how he introduced himself).
He was those men in their late 50s who refused to age; he had on shorts, loafers and a money belt. He said he resides in America and kept shouting in my left ear that he went to school with Uhuru Kenyatta in St Mary’s. Even showed me an alumni WhatsApp Group.
