I wanted to talk you earlier but I was scared, scared of the water works.
“Agie si unajua wewe ni my dear sweerie!”
I recently bought this lip balm that has bought me nothing but immense joy. It has this sweet fruity scent that tempts me to bite off a piece whenever I whip it out hohoho! I sometimes go to the bathroom just to smell and reapply it, even when my lips are not dry.
I recently read an interview of a certain Kenyan writer and to be honest I was blown away by his reading culture. The guy’s articulation of literary works turned me on meeen!
For some weird reason, I have really struggled to pen down this piece. I don't know... maybe it is the overload of beautiful memories that narrating this story brings