Three  days  after  Christmas,  a  lanky  youth  in  torn  jeans  and  
unruly  dreadlocks  turned  up  at  Padre  Pardo’s church.
He was
accompanied by a thoroughly mixed mongrel dog that, like the young man
seemed in need of fattening. They found the padre standing in the churchyard,
right where the car park would have been, if he had a car owning congregation,
armed with a slasher and sweating heavily.
“Preachers don’t do that,” said the young man. “They make their followers do all
the hard work. But then, you don’t have followers, do you?”

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CHRISTMAS WITHOUT TUSKER
In this return to Kambi , Meja Mwangi revives the hard women and their
harder men who made
Baba Pesa such a fun read.  Phil Bright -
The Black Street Review
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