Otieno yawaa...
I dated a luo boy, while in college for a few months. He never used to stay in the hostels and on most days, his clothes smelled of a mixture of paraffin and omena. One weekend, as we were eating our lunch, he asked me to move in with him and because I was hopelessly foolish, I agreed. Every evening, I'd carry one outfit from my room and walk with him to where he stayed. We would buy food and cook together like lovers, feeding each other like fools and promising each other endless nonsense .Then I'd go to school the following morning smelling like a tank of paraffin, for two weeks. Two good weeks. His tin house used to be at the furthest corner, one row had 15 houses facing another row of 15. If one person in the plot cooked omena, the whole plot would know. Us? We were comrades so omena was a must eat meal but at least we ate meat more frequently compared to his neighbors, of course from my pocket money. I used to look at his neighbors with bombastic side eyes and they'd...