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Friday, September 7, 2007

The smell of kerosene

I am an alien...in that good kind of way! Earlier this week, I took a trip to Immigration, where I sat, then moved and sat somewhere else, and sat some more. Then I got fingerprinted, so I'm signed, sealed, delivered. I'm now an official alien resident of Kenya. I never thought I'd be happy to get fingerprinted... Of course, here you get the ink off with "spirits," which is no more than kerosene. No one light a match!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sit...move...wait...sit...move...it reminds me of a recent trip to the Passport Office (smile). Congratulations on officially becoming an alien! You're not going to change your name to Elpheba, are you?