Disbanding

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I went to Greenhills last Saturday to scout for a new mobile phone. My Mum tells me my little sister desperately needs one. I didn't exactly offer mine but it didn't hurt that I'd be getting myself a new one.

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The place had become one huge agora, full of eager shoppers and their wistful companions. There was hardly any space to walk through, everything drowning in noise. I was supposed to meet my friend in a bookstore, but I got misdirected, thinking the OLD bookstore was still in existence. I forgot how that whole building had begun rennovation since the start of the year. And so I sauntered alone.

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I found the perfect phone at a reasonable price but decided not to buy it yet because I was riding public transport going home. Tomorrow then.

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That night, I met up with my old office friends for what we thought would be a reunion of sorts. The unspoken deal was that it would only be the 5 of us, the original group that started it all. I don't exactly know where it all went bust, but it did.

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It was a quiet altercation. Walking out, talking in groups, mediators going back and forth. For the most part, I really didn't care. My friend was right, we were adults and we can choose to go together or not. It was only disappointing that things ended the way they did.

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As for me, I was bored. We were at Gweilo's and we weren't really talking about anything much. Nothing to catch up on, nothing to bridge the gap between offices we worked in.

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It's just sad to realize that we all have nothing much in common except that maybe we once worked together in the same comapny.

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