Good. They are exercising their Democratic rights. Same as the people on the streets. Or you think rights should only apply as long they are not painting govt in bad light?
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Back in high school this babe ashawahi nipigia na simu ya mamake (I didn't know ni ya mamake then) so I called her one noon mama akashika. I introduced myself vizuuuri tu, asked her how she's doing, she said fine how about you, I said all good ni mvua tu na radi zinaua ng'ombe.
How? Where will the money to pay them come from? How do you decide how much to pay them? You deliver the coffee, it is hulled, fermented, dried, milled and then auctioned. Only then does the coffee society have the money to pay, and know how much to pay per kilo of cherry delivered. Coffee is a crop of irrational passion, patience and quiet suffering.
obsessively reading a lot of books when you fell back in love with reading again after years of not picking up any books is the realest thing ever ๐ญ