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Moving Out of Nairobi Turns Into Success

Just over a year ago, I plucked my 12-year-old like a weed and took all our belongings (no, that isn't true, I didn't bring, the microwave, the 43 inch smart TV, the 5-seater sofa, or the refrigerator, which all belonged on our 'most prized possessions' list) and we drove 47.5Km to the outskirts of Kitengela.

We stopped in front of a dusty 3 storey apartment whose paintwork had seen better days. A handcart with yellow 20-litre jerry cans tightly packed in neat rows was parked across the driveway.

"No water?" Lisa (my daughter) said. "This is where we are going to live"?

How I Met Your Mother Part Two

Dear future kid(s), if you’re reading this then it means my wooing tactics worked.

I already told you all about how we met, but there’s so much more.

Nearly losing my toe during our first encounter was actually a blessing in disguise as it led to a very lengthy conversation.

She was tending to my wound. My big toe was now the size of those lollipops za 20 bob, with at least 3/4s of its nail now donning a new shade of black.