Mapenz

 February, love, valentine, flowers, catfish.

I remember after the first month of 2008, long ago when there were just eight buildings in Nairobi being called skyscrapers, there was real love. 

Young ones, I am that ancient.

Yours truly had a young beautiful chille in college. This was way before touch screen phones, sorry, android phones were invented or introduced into the country or the world, and BlackBerry phones reigned supreme, followed closely by Nokia. They were the only status brand. Achana na nyinyi mnashindana na Vivo, Iphone 16+, Samsung Galaxy sth. Kitambo, Blackberry was the baddie of phones. 

Right now, I know you may be asking yourself, 

why is this relevant? 

Well I didn't have a blackberry, but I had a ka sony ericsson. A phone worth having on all the dates and events I was in. So here comes January, I meet this fine yellow yellow and I know this will either be on my menu one time or full time. Either I date her for a short while, or I marry her. She was so good but unfortunately, she did not have a phone. 

So we had an agreed meet up point pale tao around F2. Kids, hio si button ya keyboard. It was a famous club in Nairobi back then, where we, legends, learnt about clubbing Her name was Hadija, the poems I wrote, the dreams I had with her. For your information she was not a muslim hata sikuelewa how that is even possible, but fagit. 

So we used to hang out in Nairobi, before hawkers and street vendors filled the street, uhuru park was the epitome of romance. The memories we made. She was studying at youWoWen. I was working at a certain clothing company, as a mtu wa mkono (casual labourer). 

My hands could and can still do magic and wonders. On the last January date, I asked her to be my valentine on January 31st. 

As the old, and tested adage says, 

mapema ndio best. 

Lest anyone ask for her, nipoteze chance hivyo tu. She said yes. I was ecstatic, guys. Call Elon Musk, cause I was over the moon. In the four weeks we had been in contact, we met every weekday and the memories kept us in contact during the weekend. After all, hakuwa na simu. 

So here comes the D day. I had taken an advance and bought me some nais jeans and tshirt and had some change to make the day great. At least I would become an egg by the end of the day (get laid).