“On a scale of 1-10 how heartbreaking was it for you to find out that your boyfriend had a chic on the side?”
It ends with you planting a fervid kiss on my forehead. A kiss after a hug. A hug in which you were terrified
It is a bitterly cold Monday morning, you are in a matatu, grumpily headed to work. Your body is wrapped in layers of clothing but still, you are freezing. “Can’t the government introduce compulsory frosty leave or something like that so that on cold days like this one, hardworking taxpayers like me can rest?” You… Continue reading WHY?
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.
This week’s post will land me in trouble. I am sure I will be summoned to The Hague (my parent’s bedroom), where I will be offered a seat and a lengthy lecture from mum. Here is the thing though, I am used to her lectures.
“It’s over!” That was the last thing I told him over the phone.