cassava plants Nairobi is like the girl my mother warned me of. Unfortunately, my mother is yet to warn me of any girl. In fact, she's pushing me get close to anyone with a functioning womb as of today 9am. It's 9:27 am and I have about half an hour before my next reminder to get a wife. Instead of downloading a dating app, I'm scribbling words as I think of Nairobi, sorry, Aurelia, the girl my mother should have warned me about. She lives in Nairobi. I have been loved, adored, kissed, touched, cooked for, taken care of, made love to, and pampered, but I haven't been chased out of a cold house at 6am, on a cold Monday morning into the cold highways of Nairobi. Best I stop that scary train of thought early and save my face. Nairobi is that one city my father warned me about. He's a warn-er bro to the core. One time he almost warned me against waking up because life is hard and pointless as clear as in the book of Ecclesiastes Chapter 1. Enough stupid jokes alread...