The boda boda riders’ concern

BY NICHOLAS OPOLOT I love my country  so dearly that a blind man would   be able to tell. My patriotism shows itself  in my daily life in this heck of a city bustling with so much beehive activity. Let me show you how. Think of the notorious traffic jams, the pungent smell of cattle headed to the city abattoir, hawkers who sometimes use obscene language to entice unsuspecting customers and a mass of diverse bodies sauntering to and fro God knows where. Indeed beauty can be found in unusual…

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