On the trip to town, the manspreader I was next to pressed his thigh against mine, and none of my polite noises dissuaded him.
When riding at the back of a nduthi, Nairobi moves a lot faster as you move from one road to another using city clocks to keep time.
I started to panic, but S talked me through it, told me to hold the panic small and tight until we got indoors. I managed because she was holding me.
The salad won.
And I asked her a question I had been meaning to ask her for a while now.
I tried to edit an article, but I didn’t have the concentration.
Shame on you for presuming without ever trying!
He always has on an earphone listening to music on his Huawei phone.
I will gladly get annoyed for profit.