LET'S TALK IT OUT

The sun had risen early enough unlike other days, magnificently shining the rays directly at my face straight from the cloudless blue skies. The wind was wafting, directly flipping my old white Puma jersey in and out of my scraggy body structure as I sat at the balcony of Mzee Kimani’s old flats deep in the rural villages of Ruiru. My mind was busy in deep thoughts contemplating of an Indian girl I had met a few days ago. In between my thoughts, I often got jumbled and lost in the wilderness of thoughts of because I never had thought of dating a woman of an Indian origin. This was a strange happening; a strange feeling. However, as nature would have it, in my thoughts, I found my body, mind and soul attractively getting glued to this invisible fine-looking Indian woman girl. I would describe this Indian girl as one of the very few gorgeous Indian women I had seen in the streets of the ‘city under the sun’. You of course know that Nairobi is no-longer a city under the sun but a 'cit...