Friday, 15 May 2015 | Views [135] | Scholarship Entry
The office was tiny and bare, containing only a desk with a chair on either side of it. Mr. Nyasulu had to shuffle sideways to wiggle past the desk to reach his chair. “How are you?” “I’m fine. And you?” “Very fine. You want to rent the car?” “Yes, please.... Read more >
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