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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.
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.
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 already.
He warned me about Nairobi. The streets are heavy, he said.
He warned me about Nairobi. The streets are heavy, he said.
Heavy with what, I asked.
Heavy with an endless bevy of beautiful faces, an endless supply of heavy pot bellies along government offices, heavy accents from urbanized natives, heavily packed roads, streets, churches, and pubs.
Heavy with an endless bevy of beautiful faces, an endless supply of heavy pot bellies along government offices, heavy accents from urbanized natives, heavily packed roads, streets, churches, and pubs.
I had an itch to ask a question. He asked why I was silent and contemplative a few seconds later. I said I was heavy on the bevy of beautiful faces. He should tell me more, I said.
He chuckled and said that is main the reason I shouldn't go to Nairobi. A lot of beautiful faces will make you sell your land in the village to keep up appearances and gain favor in between narrow streets, even from muggers.
So now, I am in the village on the second parcel of land my warn-er bro of a dad didn’t sell. I have about three minutes before my next reminder to get a wife.
He chuckled and said that is main the reason I shouldn't go to Nairobi. A lot of beautiful faces will make you sell your land in the village to keep up appearances and gain favor in between narrow streets, even from muggers.
So now, I am in the village on the second parcel of land my warn-er bro of a dad didn’t sell. I have about three minutes before my next reminder to get a wife.
Ignore the cassava leaves.