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?”,