Of late I have been thinking about Ben. Ben was my college sweetheart, the first sweetheart I ever had. Not the last one, the last one is a story for another day and by the way, he too has a three lettered name. There is something about these men with three lettered names, they are unforgettable! Maybe it’s because their names can be easily pronounced even with a toddler learning to speak.
My sweet Ben lived somewhere in Eldoret, to be precise Langas estate in a plot known as Tel Aviv. Ben used to study at the Eldoret Polytechnic and was a great Rugby player. I knew Ben was my missing rib the day I first laid my eyes on him.