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Walking the Wok When my friend Daniel Chan confided in me that Jennifer was leaving him because he was washing his Wok with soap, I laughed till I started to wheeze. And when I came up for air it was to use the little psychology I knew to assure him he was obviously... READ MORE |
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How Kamau Wa Mwangi Escaped into Exile He had been running for hours. His lungs were about to implode. Each heartbeat, a resounding thud of pure will, sounded spaced out, lonely even, as if at some point the distance between... 
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