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Once upon a time there was a man called Mwananchi. Now this guy had one talent. As a youngster, he would stand on a street corner at Booroo housing estate and tell stories. Booroo estate was the newest and largest estate in Nairobi, built to house the new generation of forward-moving Kenyans.

Kids from one to four of the housing estate would pass by his “joint” (01) when sent to the shops by their parents. His joint was an abandoned old car, which sat next to a lampshade he had decorated himself in Manchester United football team’s colours. He told his stories sometimes in Sheng, the version of Swahili that all the cool people spoke, or sometimes in that hip Nairobi English teachers laughed at.

Parents hated him. They wanted him to be exiled to some small village somewhere: whatever it took to get him away from their children, who would come home with all sorts of crazy ideas, funny new slang. Some (02) tried to get hold of his parents to complain about him, but his parents seemed elusive - promising to come to meetings and never showing up, or sometimes not picking up the telephone.

(Source: WAINAINA, B. According to Mwangi. In: New Writing. Picador, 2003. p.120.)

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