MY HABIBI
17th Feb 2013 was the day I met her. I was walking to the a shop downstairs to catch some political gossip with my friends Kiarie and Wambua as the electioneering period was nearing and the political clouds were slowly gathering. Kiarie was a diehard supporter of TNA though he didn't know why. His counterpart Wambua was a Wiper party supporter....maybe because he was a Kamba but all i knew is that they had little knowledge of why they supported the parties. Kiarie could only express his political stand with some bad Swahili 'Serikari ni ya digitar na rasima kamwana apewe uogosi'. A beautiful girl moved from one end to another of the balcony on the first floor of the apartments. My eyes would not resist the good looks. I swung my eyes from left to right as i watched her steady movements. Oh! She didn't notice the guy in some black jeans, tight maroon sweater complete with leather sandals. I needed an additional tool to elevate my class and catch her attention. I