Roger was a hacker. The companies he had wronged hated him; the ones he’d helped to secure their systems adored him. But his peers, especially novices in IT, worshipped him. He never wore official trousers, shirts, or jackets. He never owned a pair of official shoes in his adult life, and he had a phobia for neckties. He bathed twice a week, never combed his hair, and could easily vomit at the smell of perfume.
He never, ever, wore socks, and his feet sweated.
It was difficult to work with him or sit by him because of his pungent odor. His girlfriend said he smelled like sh!t, but she also confessed her addiction to his brainpower. They had dated for six years without having sex. Sex, according to Roger, was disgustingly messy, unhygienic, and more addictive than cocaine....... . . .. .
Oduor Jagero is the 2011 African Playwright winner and...