This damsel had a generous forehead too, and I soon came to learn that it was her reservoir for drama. We would meet every evening at some junction near her home and bask in the embers of love. I think by the time our love hit a month old she had curved out all the continents. I could hear my Grace chatting with her cousins in the kitchen which was separate from the main house. I saw Grace and her cousins scuttle into the main house carrying a lantern.

Source: Daily Nation February 14, 2019 12:00 UTC