My grandma promised to introduce me to her mzungu bae Tiende Obam after the elections. Wakati umewadia! No more excuses ma’am. Tuonyeshe mtu huyo wako! Huwezi kushinda umemficha kama mihadarati. It’s been 7 years of promises now.
I am writing you this missive in an old matatu with super uncomfortable seats. Honestly, I can’t help but wonder, was this the matatu used to transport Mau Mau fighters after they were smoked out of their war dens in the forest? Anyway, I should have written this letter yesternight but I was busy… OK OK… I lie, the truth is that I am such a procrastinator.
I thought long and hard about what to write here today. Then I remembered my bubbly maternal grandma. Now, the day ones of this blog have probably read the many stories that I wrote about my grandma when I was starting out on this platform
We laughed so hard that we couldn’t breathe. You should thank God that we are not Taylor Swift because we would have written an entire song roasting you.