The Press TV Kenya - Digital

  Men, It's the high time you know how to "market" and stop turning ladies off. I sat next to a Gen Z guy in a matatu one day. He was on a call. As soon as i made myself comfortable, he cut the call short and said hi to me, followed by a "you look familiar". I just grinned coz i wasnt ready for any conversation with a random Gen Z in a matatu. Especially not him. Even after ignoring him, he wouldn't stop. "Wewe ni wa Thika?" (Are you from Thika?), he asked me. I had no option but to respond to him so that at least he would leave me, my hunger, dizziness and fatigue alone. I told him that I've never even been to that place he was claiming to have seen me. Although me and him knew that he had just seen me for the first time and that he was trying to have a conversation. Or rather force it. I wasn't in the mood of answering questions that to me were baseless. So our boy won't stop. He asked for my name followed by "unakaa mrembo"...

 I meet new faces everyday. I see new birds, cars, motorcycles and even cows for the first time. Sheep and donkeys too. I meet kids and drunkards whom I'll never meet again. I do and experience new things everyday. These all happen because time allows. But I sometimes question the essence of time; why is it not generous enough? Once it is here and disappear, the very same time will never reappear. For instance, I saw a very handsome man four months ago along the streets of Nairobi. I might never see him again and even if i do, he might not be looking the same way. Time. As 22 years as I am now, I never help but everyday recall how i used to find myself in a confrontation with my mummy, way back in highschool during holidays. Sundays to be specific. I don't know what was always captivating in staying out until late. 8pm that is. According to her curfew. I would spend time with admirers, who were also in highschool (I can't help but laugh) or even friends without even noticin...