Comrade life was hard. When my fees didn’t come through, I moved into my friend’s room “for a week.” A week became eight months.
The warden thought we were twins. He now works in Kisumu and still refuses to let me pay him back.
Comrade life was hard. When my fees didn’t come through, I moved into my friend’s room “for a week.” A week became eight months.
The warden thought we were twins. He now works in Kisumu and still refuses to let me pay him back.
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