“Unataka genuine ama hiyo ingine?” In genuine innocence, the mechanic was giving me the options of what was on offer to fix my car. What a startling confession, I thought to myself. I asked him what the difference between the two was. Of course, it was the cost and the quality.
My choice of genuine obviously gave me comfort, but just a little. For I wouldn’t know if the genuine was indeed genuine. I bet even the mechanic wasn’t 100 per cent sure. But isn’t that our daily portion in this part of the world?