The goodbye was a phone call just less than two minutes long.
Our bodies were unruly and had to be controlled.
There is in fact a bookshop - the oldest one around, I believe, very rich in its collection—that sells books at KES 300 higher. Take it or leave it.
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.