Gal this is Ian, Wanjohi gave me your address jana and told me that i have to talk to you. Don’t know what but all in all how have you been? I am just from job hungry and worn out and the only thing that is ringing in my head is kitchen then bed. Hope to hear from you soon. Bye! Njoroge. This was a letter written to me on 6th March 2002, from a young man i was seriously growing a crush on. His name was Ian, and he had the most beautiful eyes. This was an email he wrote to me when a mutual friend (Wanjohi) made fun of how much he thought I liked Ian. I did, and after this email, were more emails and phone calls to his home in Sigona, or he to my aunt's house in Buruburu where I lived then; way back when landlines ruled the world. We were both students at the Alliance Francaise, but he was way ahead of me, and was already pretty fluent in French, he had even taken up a part time job teaching French in a school in Westlands. We would have several lunches together at a...
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