Last year in November, I made my to Taifa Hall, at the university of Nairobi. It was my first time there. I was a whole one and half hours early. Considering the significance of the occasion, I had thought the place would fill up way before the starting time. I was wrong.
I only found the organizers and the sound guys setting up. The DJ was playing a set I took to be African, apparently in line with the occasion. There were a few other guys there. The first row seats were reserved. So I took a seat on the second row, and placed my bag on the one next to me, a move that would have interesting implications later on.
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