[post_page_title]The meeting[/post_page_title]
On her way to the market she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a man in front of her she didn’t recognize. He introduced himself: Patrick “Hinga” Wanjiru. “It’s me, Wanja,” he said to the unsuspecting woman. “It’s Hinga from childhood.” It took her a moment before she realized that this was Hinga, her old friend she used to play with as a young girl. She took in his face. It wasn’t the same.
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