Nairobi, Aug. 7 -- Once upon a time, people went to India to study, not to do an endoscopy.
My brother was one of them. The thing with "Ex-Indians" is that when they meet they make you feel like you wasted your university days dating a girl in the Christian Union who studied all the time and was a prude.
After a long day, last weekend, traversing Nyanza- from Mbita to Kendu-Bay to Siaya and back to Kisumu - my brother called an Ex-Indian in Kisumu and asked him where we could eat at 6.30 pm, seeing as all the beach-side eateries were closing.
He suggested that we meet at Kosewe, a stone's throw away from his apartment. We were not aware that there was a Kosewe in Kisumu. But then again, Kisumu is quickly evolving, like a teething baby.
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