it was that chilly June morning when I bumped into Beverly(That 1st love of mine from St Cecilia Girls Misikhu) during my school half-term. She had feigned sickness just to be home that day, I was bossing my semi illiterate friends in the village with an outdated copy of the insider magazine. My flamboyant akala shoes that seemed to rely heavily on the ingenuity of the Vasco da Gama dressing code literally left the girls drooling as I passed them.
With my Walkman safely tucked somewhere between my jeans and Kapedo I made way to Beva's home enjoying the great music by Dr Jose while mentally planning the execution of a terror attack on her Baragoi. My plan was simple, get hold of my Basakwa Becky and send her to call this young lady for me .
Everything went according to plan and I was mentally rewarding myself for this effortless efforts when her mother returned home. Apparently she had forgotten her purse at home. I had to exit the house before she entered but the biggest problem was that only one door was open and the windows had grills. Let me enjoy my Arosto first in this city of Champions.