… The Boy is a Man…

The surprise I had when I first heard ‘boy child’ is as equal as when a friend mentioned ‘slay queen’.

Had been narrating to a brother about a pretty, bubbly and short daughter of Kenya I had met; girl so fine had me contemplating how I’d embark on ruining her life with nothings like

“Morning:) umeamka?”,

“Heading to work, mko na jam kwenu?”,

“Goodnight 🙁 umelala?”