Nairobi Damsel

ed them mid air. She was losing them. She barely was knee high. She was ad

I ensured there was some extra thread around her tiny wrist. I didn't want her to los

arm as her balloons floated g

me not to talk to strangers. This one was exceptional. She was too much ahead of h

nside the shopping mall looking for a missing child. Letting a child by herself in a public mall didn't auger well. This mother must be one in a million in my opinion as I thought of the many perils riddling upon the litt

n't identified her mum yet. I was getting worried now. Hard questions hit hard. Why me? May be I should take her to the security personnel and let them worry where to take her. I comprehended. That idea felt wrong and seemed like betrayal. She put a chunk of trust in me for me to just l

mmed through the eaves if she could spot her mother. I gave up at the last floor of the shopping mall. There wasn't any sign of someone she could easily say this is it. "I'm tired" Finally she was feeling the heat of our futile search. "I will carry you downstairs. Your mum must be there" Some encouragement c

wasn't a cry baby. The antiques and the gadgets characterizing the mall's displays and the shelves intrigued her more than the situation she was in. "She's beautiful" Her answer was amazing. I w

estive of a crisis. Another lady was following the conversation eagerly and her dressing was clearly a code of the mall's top security personnel's. The SUV was there all along. I had seen it because I could not miss out a Range Rover Evoque even with one eye blind. When Matilda called out, I kne

. This was a moment so seldom and being a city boy, I had to swim in it. My eyes were all over her. I loved her nice short curly hair. My saliva was gathering fast, about to drool at those curvaceous hips. I walked slowly towards her as she remained still with some form of comfort engulfing her. I saw her relax although she appeared confused and with too much to do list kind of confus