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In the middle of nowhere

I'm here relaxed on my bed, trying to squeeze out the inspiration to write out of my right hand. No cat seems to be really wanting to be let out of the bag, with this weather, expect anything. Then all of a sudden, a WhatsApp message pops up and guess its from who? Yes, Nicki, you got it right this time.

So apparently she moved on, yes, just like that. I know I left informing you on the third day, life has to really move on and surprise is the fuel of life.

What made us part ways? You ask, nothing really, we all just got tired of texting and meeting unplanned in our different rooms, the strike also played an important role in signing our divorce papers. Personally, that was my key defence.

Back to the text, she tries to ask for my identity ironically in the pretence that she was "taught Nairobi" a common slang to mean being robbed in the Capital. After a consuming mental debate, I tell her my name,she heyyyyyyyys me and asks how I am coping with the Uhuru led administration having been a staunch supporter of Baba. All is well, I tell her, thanks to the handshake.

After monitoring our chat and seeing it leading  nowhere, I ask jaber if she still finds pleasure in burning incense like the high priest. Old habits die hard, she agrees and even suggests for a meet up session at my place and walk down the memory lane.

Am I accepting a meet up with my ex? Is it among the many unwritten dating rules? Find out  what happens by keeping it Doluh.

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