Of Kenyan Men, Their Big, Flashy Cars and Small Egos
So he drove by past me in his German machine, at neck speed. Yes, he did! He slowed down just to see if possibly I would flag him down to ask for a lift, but hell no there's no way I'm going back into that cycle again. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back to when I first got acquainted with this German machine. It was a particularly cold morning in early December 2014. Here I was new to what has become my dream home, but also the start of a loudly boring life. Things would change momentarily when I met Michael and his sleek Mercedes E230 CGI.
