Darling, when we fall in love, remind me to take you to 360 degrees Ristorante. Because that’s where you and I will spend the rest of my money, and of course my father’s. Don’t give me the rest of your life. I just want the rest of your evening. Even if it is just for a cup of Espresso or Americano, that’s all this man really needs. We will be singing along to Whitney Houston’s ‘my love your love’ and slow dancing to ‘It is not really christmas’ under the luminous lanterns while letting our feelings and love, fly on auto-pilot.
See, if you haven’t had itallian pizza then you’ve never had pizza. In fact your taste buds are still barren. Let’s start with sauced meat balls to jog our appetite and gently roll our way into some Memphis chicken pizza or may be Quattro Formaggi. Trust me Amore mio, once you swallow it you automatically get an Italian vibe. I know what happens in Rome, stays in Rome. But this can’t stay. I was in Rome today, and I wanna take your there Signora.
The first day of August, I was unusually up by 5A.m, and in that exact moment I knew this particular Thursday was a special one. It is not every day I wake up ungrudgingly considering the affection I hold dearly for my dear sleep. Special days demand special respect. My means to the city wasn’t your usual annoying matatus neither was it the flamboyant taxi rides. I took a train. And goodness gracious, that was fun. Dangling our way into the city in this flimsy train alongside 10,000 0ther people, I lived the Miguna dream. The dream of having Nairobi connected with underground trains and avoiding congestion in the city. You should have seen the Kenyan love in the train cabins. People squeezing themselves in already filled seats and surprisingly, not a single soul complaining. I was a victim of this love. I am skinny and TDHF(Tall, Dark, Handsome and Broke) which is a universal fact, but it is often confused with weakness. One lady targeted me anyway, and I could see her joy as she approached me. She couldn’t just believe I could fill a seat. Why then would she move me away from my seat with her rear-end? I wasn’t annoyed though. I just got loved.
Everybody looked optimistic and ready to step foot on the ground for another hustle and bustle. There was no music in the train but my head kept replaying a tune, which i now recommend to all of you. ‘Each tear, has a lesson, makes you wiser than before, makes you stronger than you know’. Mary J Blidge might have been on her premium self when she wrote these lyrics. All this time for over an hour, a lady with wisdom written all over her age and hope painted on her face, was reciting her rosary prayers. And that’s how I rocked Nairobi.
I matatud, eventually, to Waiyaki way for a meeting with my boss. And who said bosses can’t be fun. A mix of oldschool hiphop, soul and classical music hitting the background, the afternoon was the best time to spend in the Italian restaurant. And as if we weren’t having a great time, Mr Onyango walks on us, with a touch of class as always and impeccable self. His sacarsm and sense of humor was high grade. He orders matumbo fry and Mokimo in an Italian Restaurant. Can you believe him? ‘Let me make it easier for you, do you have Ngwashe and porridge’. He shrugs off the earlier order, cracking up all of us in the table. I am not sure who paid the bill (my boss or I) but it was worth every dime.
And as I was picking up my friend in town to go to our hideouts, I met the most beautiful eyes, the eyes have ever witnessed in the history of seeing. Her eyes were windows through which lies a flower garden thriving in beauty, health and vigor. I felt at home in her eyes. If it will take a billion dollars to have her, I already have 600 ugandan shillings, that’s how serious I am. She has just destroyed my lifetime celibacy plans.
The donda back home was the nicest of his kind of species. Is it even legal to have a fun day like this?