Her arrival is preceded by a haze of dust rising from behind her car. My sister Maryanne Asuku has just driven into the venue of an event, military style. Her tyres are screeching as she puts the car in reverse and finds a sweet parking spot. She literally jumps out of the car, her shoulders squared
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