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The day I took the times to the village

Back when I was a teenager in the 80s, I went to the big City of Nairobi like I usually did when I could afford it. I was fascinated by skyscrapers and loved sneaking into some of the tall buildings  taking the lift (Elevator) to the highest floor. I used to get a blood rush which for some reason made me want to pee as soon I got back to the ground. On this day, I was walking by The New Stanley Hotel and as always there were many white tourists in the Khaki shorts and safari hats enjoying their drinks reading papers. Sometimes I would just go past but this day I stop and looked around and noticed a man struggling with what appeared to me as a newspaper but pretty wide.( many years later I found out they are called (Broadsheets) As he rolled and folded the papers, I was impressed by how easy he seemed to manage it. So I looked around and found the newsstand and I approached a man  standing there how much the papers cost. He asked me which one and I pointed to the one one the wh

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