Bad bachelor: Dad reappears as I'm arrested

My Dad is outside my house at the exact moment I’m off to jail. Talk of bad timing ... my father’s only talent! (Shutterstock)

Just in case we are meeting for the first time, I work in advertising for the famous firm ‘Worm Adverts Limited’ (how it succeeded in Kenya, with a name that sounds like an advert for grave diggers still escapes me).

I am six-foot tall, clean shaven, drive a noisy blue Subaru – I know that is so 2016 – and I am one of Nairobi’s best hit-and-run bachelors (which, lately, I blame on my father for running out on me and mum, when I was three). My mum was so heartbroken she never dated again.