Nairobi Damsel

o her own offspring. I'm more mesmerized now and the intrigue of this encounter was getting more juicer. "Your mum, are you sure Matilda?" Due diligence was important

ittle vexing. "You lost her once. I'm not giving you this child" I wanted to be naughty as well. Matilda's mum approached perhaps to intervene on my nerves. "I'm not giving this child to a redund

as shouting as they cheekily flaunted in a moment of love. Their beauty was irresistible regardless. They both clad silky garments sparkling blend of pink and purple. They both had accessorized their looks with a pair of scarf around their necks. The aroma of cologne expunged by Matilda's mum was enticing and beyond my third sense could easily smell the stench of mon

racelet endowed by the colors of Kenya's national flag. I was that patriotic. I hadn't combed my hair. It was unkempt and affirming the message on my T-Shirt that Ghetto really was my home. I don't know whether I smelled the stench of poverty like she smelled the stench of money but one thing I was sure of was that her heart liked what her eyes were feeding it perhaps because I had found Matilda. My cologne was overridden by hers. Mine wasn't anything dearer than three hundred shil

with this kid. "He saved my balloons" She said. "Kevin. Uh! Thank you for saving my daughter" I thought she could hand me over to the annoying security lady for hoarding and call the police on me. But the way Matilda was excited about me saving her balloons bought trust for me. I was harmless. She dismissed the lady and her walkie talkie. "Your balloons, Matilda" They were on my hand all along. I was still scanning the red

er. Her phone was consistently ringing and it seemed she was expected somewhere. Her shopping had baby outfits but she didn't seem like a potential mother with a baby on the way. Her tummy was effortlessly flat. Matilda was clearly the sole child and undoubtedly wasn't expecting a small sibling at least not in the next nine months. "My nanny left this morning to her folks" This disclosure wasn't nail biting. A woman of her stature cou