I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Nairobi was alive with the usual chaos of cars honking, matatus rushing past, and street vendors calling out their wares. I had just finished a long day at my job in Westlands and decided to unwind at a small café near Sarit Centre. Little did I know that a single encounter there would change my life forever.
Her name was Aisha, a vibrant woman in her late twenties, with eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. She had an aura of confidence that made people around her notice, yet there was something mysterious — almost untouchable — about her. I sat at the corner of the café, pretending to read a book, when she walked in. Our eyes met, and she smiled. I couldn’t look away.…CONTINUE READING
