Mombaza love

Mombaza smells like sandalwood.
The chicken burger lacked mango, but the chutney came in assistance, brought by Joshua. What is it with this trip, we only meet men with religious names?

Cats are little lions.
Men are big ants.
The place was full of brits, HP sauce and a strong pond.
They came in flocks and with age. Dreaming of an empire which is lost. But they do not know what they cannot see.

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She was young and beautiful.
Like a gazelle dressed in red.
He was obtuse, big and clearly undeserving.
They had an affair, having met in the hotel lobby of a Nairobi five-star.
She was the waitress and he a boer with the promise of a different life.
He fell in love.
She did not.
But he said "I work here in a construction project. I am an engineer. My mother is coming to spend the week with me in Mombaza and I would really like you to meet her."
She thought..."what do I have to lose?"
And there she went: packed her best clothes, the full bathing suit (bikinis are vulgar), the red dress for the evening and visited the hairdresser.
She wanted to make a good impression.

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