The other week, I had to attend to the earnest affair of the heart. So I found it prudent to approach my most trusted old man, Otoyo, to accompany me to the lakeside town of Siaya to meet my ‘to be’ parents in-law. Otoyo being the experienced chap in matrimonial matters, he announced the dos and don’ts to me with such passion of a professional. He analyzed every possible scenario and possible escape route if we were napped with cleaver propping questions of white haired in laws.
As the time for the ‘interview’ approached, I thought it to be time consuming boarding a matatu to the land of Jaramogi so I approached my good friend Karanja for his Miraa Probox to transport ourselves to Siaya. I armed myself with a few Kenyan currency incase my in laws needed some appeasing if one of the likely scenarios falls through. After a long journey through the hills of Chinkororo, Otoyo indicated that we were nearing our eventual destination and suggested that we take a break somewhere quiet and revisit our approach plan.