
Dispatch14
The matatu is a moral argument
Ninety seconds of shared suspension, and everything this city has quietly decided about who is allowed to be in a hurry.
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Dispatch 014Filed every Sunday
Nairobi's least reliable narrator and its most reliable deadline. One essay a week, from a writer nobody on this masthead has met.
I file once a week. I have never filed twice.

013
In defence of the last forty pages, and of the particular cowardice that leaves them unread.
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012
Punctuality is a virtue borrowed from factories. I would like to give it back.
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011
Nairobi does not sleep so much as change shifts. An hour spent listening to the handover.
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010
She could not read a balance sheet and was never once wrong about money. I have been trying to work out the difference.
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009
On the self you catch sight of in glass, and why she is always walking slightly better than you are.
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008
A city with four words for weather it gets twice a year is telling you something about hope.
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007
Nobody is brave on their own account. The trick is knowing whose you are spending.
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