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 am typing this article at ungodly hours courtesy of my time-wasting habits …. again! For real! Who gets home early to catwalk and dance in front of a mirror for hours knowing very well she has a blog post to type? Who then spends extra hours watching cat videos despite having a pending blog post to write? Me!
Valentine is over? Where is your ahem ahem? You are sitting at home, lonelyyyyy!! Anyway, a couple of people have asked me whether I spent Valentine's day with my office boyfriend. First of all, Valentine's Day is not a day to spend with annoying people. Especially a light-skinned vexatious person.
There is a young boy dragging a jerrican by a cord of ragged clothes not far from where I am standing. I am in front of a shop facing the main road. From here, I can see everything as far as my eyes can go. Pretty much what I do in the evenings. Now I am just watching the young boy on the road.