You last left me after Diane had revenge-dumped me in a hotel suite in Diani. Next day, a Sunday, I was on that morning express train, and back in Nairobi by 2pm.
As I slept in a fitful siesta on my sofa, my smart-phone rang. I stared at the name on the screen in disbelief – Sonia! Recall the petite light bar stall owner I had a brief dose with back during the May lockdown? The one I ghosted after I moved out of Bel Air Apartments, after she fought with Lucia the Salonist?