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The black star lit sky begins to show orange traces of a morning infection that slowly grows more aggressive as the hours progress. Stray dogs start to wake from their temporary post-mortem to run the streets of Ntinda as the canine version of down town’s street kids only with a cheaper preference of sidewalk garbage as opposed to the far more expensive coin change or occasionally wealthy thousand shilling paper bill/notes.
Good morning Ntinda

My money’s down again like I don’t know how to spend
it ain’t like I can say I blew it on a round of Gin
and I’m just trying to remember my way around a pen
but I’m out of candles, and power’s out again
#SO UG, HELLO UG….