Noo, No Sir, Nat at all (put Jamekan accent here)
-he picks the index book to choose his “mukanda” (ref Kyuk Dictionary again)!!!!
And he takes the mic
-and I have to pick both The Che and The Nyakomaber from the floor-
“..am arr out of rove, am so rost without you, …"
I need my inhaler, running out of air fast! KICHEKO! Walalalala!!
Father Ashok is seating on teh floor behind me at the bar, head in hands, bellowing Gujarati and saying something like he should’ve just stuck in Delhi selling haberdashery (Look that one up)…..
I tell The Migz-it's too good not to share-he calls. We laugh, his phone ishas credit as he's asking The Che to sambaza crenyo..
We are not on Deutsche-German-Safaricom-Gadammit!
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