Nairobi Damsel

as confirmed. She wasn't from this side of town. "She's going to have a child. It's a baby shower" She added. Her shopping and the phone calls in an endeavor to get directions had

sition to when I made some good amount of money some day. It was a gated community with nice apartments, nice walkways and driveways, clean sufficient water and utmost serenity. The contrast with my humble dwelling was mindboggling, just stones stacked together embedded by mortar to form flats. Water was lit

en them on TV and those that I have met on the streets are so mean especially when they know the stench of money is synonymous with their lives. This was a damsel too humble to interact with the likes of myself. Why not then? When a heart invites why not get on board and see what it oozes of. "I was but not anymore" I became swerve and without hesitation wanted to hit the nail on the head. This one time was a million dollar moment I wasn't willing to exchange with a bottle

I was actually the one thankful of her angelic skills. When her mother invited me into the SUV it was a culmination of Matilda's fruitful angelic skills. My heart was melting as I took my position at the passenger seat feeling the comfy texture of soft leather and the smell of lavender in the SUV which only appeared only in my dreams. I felt dirty. I was feeling like I was defiling everything good by being inside a multimillion machine of a vehicle endowed by a sparkling white interio

ng the GPS perhaps double checking with my directions. We were past Roysambu, a small residential area just at the interchange, then into Zimmerman and suddenly entering my residential area, the renown Giturai 44. The traffic through Kamiti Road although largely scanty than the Super Highway's, the hustle and bustle was annoying with the Matatus stopping informally on the middle of the road in undesignated places as they scrambled for passengers headed to the City. She was feeling the heat of the naughty surroundings and I could see it in her face as she hooted spontane

nd suddenly staggered across into the gaping ditch. Matilda was shocked so was her mother. "I could have killed her!" She had missed her by a whisker. Matilda's mum found the act unacceptable. To me, it was one of the common incidences especially during the weekends. There was no life here when you found order and soberness amidst the residents. "She's very ok. Look!" I settled their fears as we watched the drunken lady rise to her feet however reckless, with her face now covered in mud and her skimpy dress soiled of drench. We crossed through and suddenly there was new dawn ahead. Her PA's residential estate was visible by yonder and the contrast with what we had left behind was like light of day and the thickness of darkness in the night. A parameter wall abov