I have a super girl in my life.
Some of the people who have interacted with me will tell you that am shy and introverted (there is a difference by the way).
Roughly a year ago, mum made a shocking announcement while we were having supper.
She is a stunner. Fine as hell! Tall with an endowed body. Has a bewitching smile that exposes her neatly arranged, pearly white teeth. Her massive brown eyes make her gaze captivating. Legs for days that lead up to her shapely derriere which drives men crazy. She wears her Brazilian weave long and occasionally flips it as she carries on with her work.
Imagine if one day Rongai seceded from Kenya and those of you making fun of how far it is would need passports to cross over. Its president would probably be the heir
Last weekend, I apathetically attended a work related function. I had planned to chill at home, but when duty calls you are left with no choice. It was an exhibition and my job there, was to smile and answer the queries of potential and current clients who passed by our stand.
For the last three days I have been seriously avoiding her morning hugs. This is because the hugs come with a bonus – influenza virus. She has been trying every tactic under the sun to sambaza it