The Unborn

The day had began on a higher note, the sun is not fully out yet but the weather is calm, I have just finished taking my breakfast. (Which by the way am very full cant lift a muscle am forced to chill a little longer on the couch).

There is nothing better in this world like marrying a good woman(almost said perfect then just remembered ..... You know). Then things get better if she is of good character and looks good physically (forget the crap people say 'beauty is inward').

Let me break it down. She is chocolate in complexion, sightly chubby but not to much someone I can lift.(what's up with this small girls nowadays they all  wanna be skinny.) Perfect shape, everything its where its supposed to be, correct shoe size, good nose structure as well as dental.

U know that ka-chich you ogle at when you walking along moi avenue? That's what I have in the house.

To add salt to an injury she she can cook. (Dem, what did i do to deserve this). If you haven't noticed my six pack is fading away now growing a 'kitambi'.

So she had set up the breakfast table like a hotel.  (guess she had worked in one in her past life). Milk, coffee, hot water, eges, sausages, toast bread and some other stuff had no clue what they were but tasted good.

Its a weekend but just wanna busk in the sun like those old wazees and count my blessings( begin to think this woman has bewitched me).

Anyway am supposed to go to the garage the ka-subaru broke down at olepolos (this roads will kill our cars) Imagine I had to tow the dam thing too dagoreti corner.

There is this jamaa Omollo or omondi( we all call him  'jaluo'). He said the engine is leaking oil and he has to do some funny stuff to fix  it( he actually used some big words like suspension and spark  plug just to charge me more money,  just duck tape the dam thing)

So I have to use public means because Jaluo charged me a whopping 20k and can't even afford a cab ( these are the people who will not see heaven).

Anyway grab some slacks which the wife takes back and hands me some open shoes I bought off the streets and a light jumper kiss and hug her goodbye and off I leave. 

Walk to the stage as I have a few chit chat with the neighbors( did I say we moves in a gated community? That's a story for another day).

Boarded a matatu which was half full and that's where the drama began.......

(I know I have side tracked we will discuss the unborn in part two. I swear the wife thing came out of nowhere. This is how you know you have bewitched).............