So when an old ‘friend with benefits’ called Frida called me a few days to New Year, and said that if I paid our return tickets, we would have a free three day ‘couple’ stay at a four-star seaside hotel in Malindi. At which point, blind drunk, I took a Tuk Tuk ‘home’ (the hotel) with my Banjuni skunk babe, who must once have been beautiful, but whose face was now ravaged by a decade of drink, dance and decadence. When I woke up, imprisoned in my hangover, I realised at once that my Banjun bae, whose name I can’t remember, is gone. It hits me that I last ate breakfast yesterday with Frida, and feel hungry enough to faint! I feel strange, as if in a dream, as I make my way to the dining room.

Source: Standard Digital January 15, 2021 06:00 UTC