There’s a story I like telling about my first year in campus. I was so broke this one weekend I had just Sh20 in my pockets. I called my Dad and he said he had no money. I called my Mum and she barked: “Call your father.” I called a couple friends but none had any money or they just weren’t willing to lend me some.
So I took that Sh20, bought four mandazis, went back to my room, poured some water into a glass, added sugar and stirred, then had that with the mandazis for dinner. For dinner, I kid you not. You can’t make this stuff up.