*Twende Tujivinjari is Swahili for “Let’s go and enjoy ourselves!”
It was the last day of our trip, and we were keenly aware of it. Instead of the gusto and excitement with which we’d woken up the past few days, on this last day, we were dragging our feet and barely talking to each other. We got up, had breakfast, and put our stuff together in preparation for the long journey ahead.
Personally, I was a bit excited because I knew we were scheduled to drive through Tsavo East National Park on our way to Nairobi. Granted, we’d just be driving through, but I remember the excellent time I had “just driving through” the Serengeti, a little over a year before. Continue reading
), I’ll have to decline the title because it’s simply not true. Nonetheless, I have recently realized that I have been on at least one date with men from each of the five East African countries (and had relationships with men from three of these), so neither am I entirely clueless on the subject. 
I can still remember the day when I first became aware of Mr Price’s existence. The year was 2007; I was driving along Ngong Road in 
I’m feeling thirsty. No, not that kind of thirst—water can do nothing for me right now. I mean THIR-STY thirsty. Catch my drift? (It’s Friday, don’t think too hard! 
