But I wake up so sad because I know my mommy and my daddy and Milan they are far in Nairobi. Even after I turn 18, I will refuse to cut a birthday cake when I go 19 yearses older. It’s not like last year’s big birthday cake of ‘Valentine’ from the Nairobi that looks like Spiderman but it is still warm and smells so nice. “Bad Baby Drago, mbaya Baby Laila.” Laila starts to cry, but I’m now three, so I laugh. My name is Baby Drago, I am now in ushago; and I am three years and one weeksie old.

Source: Standard Digital May 01, 2020 08:26 UTC