One smoldering afternoon in Juba finds me completely uninspired. I need two things: a refreshing drink and some excitement. Well, the first is a no-brainer, Logali House’s kerkede[1]mixed with tonic water. It always satiates that desire. As for the latter, it is nothing a bar could offer. So, I turn to my ever-intriguing companion and convey my predicament. As is usually the case with him, we delve into a philosophical conversation, ever so cyclical, and end up with the need for definitions.
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