In Mukono, a dashing Alexander swaggered into the room and sat, like always, on the second seat from the door. The first day of class after a four month’s break.
Luigi Calvaca, a caste of Italian and Ugandan descent, his girlfriend – or so he imagined – of two years who had not spoken to him for a couple of months stretched out her long yellowish arm, from her column to his, tapped his bony shoulder and handed over a pink – her favourite colour – sticky note which he reluctantly received.
“Hi ex-good friend of mine. I have something I want to tell you. I wanted to meet you and do it myself but could not gather the guts. I am five months pregnant with another man’s child – the guy seated in the left corner of the back row. Don’t tell anyone.”
Ongata Rongai, Kajiado.
Friday, April 4, 2014.