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My face beamed as I stood in front of the mirror adjusting that bow tie. "Looking sharp." I winked at myself. You know, a clever but ugly man every once in a while is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible. On this day, on a scale of 1-10 of handsomeness, I gave myself a 9. Call it overconfidence. On a normal day, I would give myself a 6 if not a 4 at the most. Today, I felt handsome. But then, I had this quality of masculine confidence that was ten thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. On arrival, I took a seat behind the first estate. Quite an awkward position for myself and for those I'm associated with. The back benchers. If anyone from my clique could find me here... Well, let us not get ahead of ourselves. Everyone was dressed to the nines. If only heaven's gate would open for those who dressed to kill. It wasn't long before they called the choir. Gracefully, they walked to the pulpit. Their outfits, glamorous. Their v...

"Alinifunza mama, niogope wavulana...nikae mbali, ni wabaya sana." Obviously, the nduthi guy had no interest in the song that his machine was broadcasting as he sped by. For him it was but a form of entertainment to his esteemed customer. I feared for the passenger though. But as I smiled, enjoying the lyrics of the song, my eyes met this awe-inspiring, mesmeric lady. All of us in the business of attending to our three meals a day routine. Sad life, huh! "Pia we huogopa wavulana?" Well, I couldn't just let that alluring smile go to waste. It was time to put my communication skills to task. The question brought back from the archives a whole lot of memoir. This got our mutual friend, mama mboga, to consign to oblivion her supposed daily grind and turn story teller, advice giver e.t.c. "Its getting dark, I could escort you home." I wasn't asking. It wasn't a request. I wasn't giving her the chance and concession of denying me this fine o...