‘ What is love? Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me No more.’ Oh how we all wish love was simple, faultless and pure but this is never always the case. Haddaway said it better in the song ‘what is love.’ Siba met Kasanda over for coffee at their favourite spot in Nairobi. Kasanda had just texted him ‘something is missing’ and he asked her to meet him up for coffee. Choosing a table for two by the far corner, they sat down. Siba: Hi Kasanda, you look good! Kasanda: Am just wearing jeans and a sweater top. Siba: You still look good. I know you don’t like compliments!{smirking} Kasanda:{smiling shyly} You look official, are you from court? Siba: Yea...l had case at milimani law courts. One of my firm’s client was arrested for being drunk and disorderly with violence as he had attacked one of the police officers saying, ‘do you know who l am, you stupid Empty officer!’ The judge was ruthless and fined the guy way more for his release. Kasanda: Am sure it was because the g
I love me the color red and especially my red jumper. When I wear it I feel in the zone to be lost in writing my thoughts, experiences and even loves. Welcome to my writing zone!