Your health, finances, and mental peace are crumbling. Yet you stay, because leaving would mean admitting you wasted time. That is the height of foolishness.
"Jambo! Habari za kazi?" she beamed, shaking Masanja’s limp hand. ngoswe penzi kitovu cha uzembe
"We have a procedure," Masanja said slowly, employing the bureaucrat’s drawl he had perfected. "We must form a committee. We must write a proposal. We must wait for the Village Executive Officer, who is… away." Your health, finances, and mental peace are crumbling