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[Story is multilingual, featuring Swahili, translations in endnotes] It’s funny. Coincidental at best. In fact, I wasn’t expecting it to happen that way. It just did, and that’s when I believed what a friend always said – once you see it, it never goes away. It had seen it, and instead of going away, it became more apparent. Deja vu. Travelling was at the core of my to-do list; Tanzania being one of my cherished destinations. I wasn’t sure it would be Zanzibar or Arusha. All I knew was a time I’d want to go see the beautiful Kilimanjaro...
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Contains Abusive Language. “What do you take me for…” “What …” “Don’t bullshit me Ryan. What do you take me for?” “Bro … what’s … what’s this about?” “Was she worth it?” “Oh … um … you know how it goes man.” “No I don’t! In fact, I have no idea! What’s wrong with you!?” “… You know… sometimes things just happen… it’s never my fault.” “Was she worth it? Was that smile worth it? I mean how many times would you be doing the same thing expecting different results? See cute eyes, and be like oh bro, look at this one, I think she’s falling in lo...
Muttering in a distance, the crowd didn’t seem to notice the fret in his eyes, nervousness that creeped from his bleeding heart. Never had he done something of that sort, and the more he thought, the house of cards crumbled to the ground; perhaps eviscerated with an invisible flame that left no trace. Standing on a makeshift podium, his escaping thoughts of motivation did little before the heat and cold that hit in regular interludes, bringing sweat and goosebumps without a noticeable switch. Beating with assiduity, his heart screamed with...
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