As Inspector Tembo tends to his wife in a Nairobi hospital due to her recent cancer diagnosis, I make sure to call him at least once daily as a way of showing support. And when she does, it won’t exit without a bunch of laxatives.”“I’m so sorry, boss,” I told him. I want my Pum’kin back.”At a loss how to console him, I endeavoured to shift the focus of our conversation to a different topic. “How you two met after she spilled soup on you at a conference in Naivasha.”“Oh, the good old days.” He sounded relieved. It can’t be that bad.”He sighed so hard I felt breath coming through the phone.

Source: The Star June 06, 2021 03:00 UTC