“Love, Airtime, and a Weak Network

I met her in Nairobi, the city where love can start in a queue and end in a WhatsApp “seen”.

She wasn’t my type at first.

But Kenya taught me one thing: type changes when feelings enter.

We met at a chapati stand. I ordered one, she ordered two. I knew immediately—this woman was serious with life.

I asked for her number.

She said, “Call me.”

I had no airtime.

I smiled...