We all have that year that we think of us as our personal annus horribilis.
It’s the year that almost eviscerated you, financially, spiritually, physically, mjolo-istically, mental-health wise or otherwise.
And sometimes, because it never rains but it pours, life came at you with one crisis after another that year, till you were soaked through. 2015 and half of 2016 were those years for Nombasa.
