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  • It's only pleasant being in isolation if your surroundings are beautiful. In this particular hotel, in this particular city, that was not the case.

    The town was dark, dusty and polluted. But they had an internet cafe around the corner. I needed to send an e-mail.

    I sat down in the waiting area near the door. The man sitting in the front behind a desk refused to take his eyes off me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he and his porn star mustache staring. After 40 seconds of gawking, I looked up.

    "Where are you from?" The man said revealing a curiously friendly smile.
    "America," I responded.
    "Africa?"
    "No, United States."
    "So, no Nigeria?"
    "No, The United States of America."
    "Oooh! Like Barack Obama?"
    "Yes, like him."
    "Oh! So you're Kenyan?"
    "...Yes..." I said begrudgingly.
    "Oh! Okaaay! You can use #5."
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