Nairobi Chronicles: Shikoh

Shikoh alikuwa dem wa Thika, mrembo wa roho safi, lakini life ilikuwa imemkazia. Each morning, she’d wake up early kwa nyumba ya mabati pale Pilot Estate, afanye bed, asafishe viatu za bro wake, then akam job kwa salon ya Auntie Margie karibu na bypass. Life ilikuwa basic, lakini kwa roho yake alijua, "Mi siwezi malizia life kwa hii street." Kuna kitu ndani yake ilimwambia, you’re built for luxury.

Kila kitu ilichange the day Eric alikamia salon. Bossman alikuwa light-skin, ka-beard kai-mejipea, na ile confidence ya mtu hushuka kwa Range Rover bila kujieleza. He had come for a haircut next door but akavuka tu akisema anataka massage. Shikoh alikuwa kwa corner, amevaa apron na scent ya coconut oil kwa mikono. One smile, and the man was hooked.

Eric alilalia massage bed na akasema, “Una mikono ya heaven.” Shikoh akasmile shyly, trying not to blush. On his third visit, alimuambia softly, “Pack your bag. Kuja Nairobi for the weekend. Let me show you how you’re supposed to be treated.” That Friday, dem wa Thika alivalia jeans zake safi, ka-denim crop jacket, na baby pink lipgloss ya Dubois. Aliingia Kileleshwa kama guest, lakini akaingia moyo ya Eric bila permit.

Kwa hiyo apartment ya 11th floor, Shikoh alishika balcony akasema, “So this is what Nairobi looks like when...