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A chronology of fragments: Struggling to write a story alternative to the grand narrative of emerging economies
Nairobi, Kenya (spring 2011):
As I am to walk out the door of our apartment in central Nairobi where we have been living for a few months, in order to go to the grocery store, the cleaning lady, Imma, who has become almost like a family member, stops me and asks:
‘Matilda, while you are going out, could you please tell Fred at the gates to send me 20 shillings[1], because I need to make a call?’