This is Kanairo_Fancy Meeting You Here_Syrup_Friday Dinner Date
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This is Kanairo
"That's the thing about this city".This is what my uncle told me when I first set my foot in Nairobi city. It was the first time that I visited the city.I had never been there and once schools closed for December holiday,my uncle took me with him to the city.I have heard so many things about out countries capital city but this time I was there and my uncle could not tire from explanations and descriptions of the city's people,buildings,roads and even the matatu culture. Matatu is Swahili name for a minivan used as a share taxi in Kenya and all the graffitiwww.onedoor.cc on it. When we alighted from a bus fr...
Fancy Meeting You Here
I wrote this for another prompt but it kind of worked for this as well. Unfortunately I've been very busy this week so I don't know how good it is, but I'm posting it anyway.*** Thea wasn’t always a nervous wreck. It was because of the trauma of losing her parents, having to drop out of college to take care of her little brother, and then watching her brother quite literally fade away in their living room, reaching out for her as he screamed for help. Such a shame that her indecision had only gotten worse from there. Five years later Thea found herself living by a strict schedule. It was easie...
Syrup
The metallic, clanging noise coming from the briefcase was drawing more than a little attention the way Frank swung it around. It was the same one he received for twenty-five solid years of dedication to a company he hated. Walking up to the house, the smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafted under the door and reminded him that he hadn’t eaten breakfast again for the third day in a row. Judging by the arc of his swing, it looked like he was aiming the case towards the roof as he strode up to Eleanor’s bright pink house, but the hesitation of a single finger kept the briefcase and the vein pul...
Friday Dinner Date
My tail taps against the perfume bottles on the dresser as I watch Zaya’s latest conquest. In his business suit he looks out of place in our dimly lit apartment full of hip antique furniture. He’s perched on the edge of the bed. “You want me to give you ten thousand dollars?” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve worked weeks as a database administrator to save that much. I’ll have to cancel my trip to Austin.”“If you want to see me again, Luis.”“This is ridiculous,” he says, his eyes full of anger. They usually need to pass through this stage.Zaya walks into the kitchen and I leap off the dresser ...