WE FIND LOVE IN THE MOST HOPELESS PLACES.

We probably find love in the most hopeless places. So my mama passed when I was 18, what a sad way to start a romantic story. Actually we were so much close, I find solace in visiting her favorite spot and listening to her way back Chibalonza tracks(I still do). She found embrace in them.

The spot brightened my day each time I went around, it resembled a gallery in Nairobi. I used to bring flowers(I still do).

I soon came to realize that beside where I used to talk to the wind and embrace my fears and loneliness, someone else had a spot too?

Unlike mine, this strangers spot was full of signs of chocolate and sometimes even the scent of cologne filled the air.

It's okay. But I felt bad for this stranger because this stranger never brought flowers. Maybe my unknown friend can't afford to bring flowers? But does my unknown friend loves flowers? I guessed yes because...