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Ting!.. There goes my phone at 11 am. "Happy mother's day hun" Ting! "Mpesa confirmed. You have received..." I giggle and text back 'LOL' with a wink face. This is our little inside joke with my boo. My BFF is already at my door. She reads my face like a damn psychic and she knows something is up. "Guess who gets Mother's day funds?" I jump to say. Are you serious? She laughs and claps and signals me to chuck. We have a spa appointment to get to. She drives my car today because she wants the tea, haha. I'm very expressive with my hands and get carried away when narrating stories. We don't want to die young. My car has yet been scratched because Nairobi.. It is still shiny and brand new. My house lease is far from expiration so hey, I have a lot to live for. I don't know about her. Maybe balcony plants and her 4th situationship this year?? A passion mint cold drink comes in handy with this Nairobi traffic. "How do you sleep

 It's days like this that I think of you harder than I normally do. I mean all the bright red hearts and ads in my face and every Twitter feed how do I stop myself? I don't want to, anyways.  So stranger, we're out in the universe, walking our own paths. We're living; different careers, hobbies, lifestyles. Our backgrounds don't even come close. Yours, a silver spoon in the mouth and while I live hand to mouth. Different journeys but on to the same things. We're seeking to connect at some point. Companionship, to belong, be wanted and understood.  Friend, our priorities align and maybe that's why our paths crossed. After 'nice to meet you', and some jokes, we hit it off. We talk daily. We have a couple of decades to catch up on and time and energy is all we got for that. This is fun. Your company is great and you seem to laugh a lot. Oh, did I tell you about your gorgeous smile? Your subtle touches on my palm. Your goodbye hugs and safe presence. I c

"Is that you?" I ask, as my eyes hover lazily at some small framed picture on the bedside table.  Yes babe, I was cute wasn't I? He responds and turns over to bury his face in my shoulders.  "Ah you were, but what happened hun?" He now wakes up to tickle me hard, and for he knows my weak spots I have to retract those bad things I spoke to him.  "Sorry hun, I've stopped. You're drop dead gorgeous even now, why else would I voluntarily chose to wake up next to you all these times? But if I may ask, how much do you remember about your childhood, how was it like?"  He sits, leaning on the piles of pillows and begins telling me the story of his life. This goes on for the better part of our Sunday morning, and I tell him about mine too. This happens all the time, the vulnerable, heartfelt pillow talks in the morning that keep me hooked for how vivid and dramatic of a storyteller he is. He's such a mood for days I swear.  My humor needs have such