The hot African sun is rising over the horizon, the birds have been singing their welcome song to a new dawn[matatus blowing their horns] not in harmony, but a cacophony that I had gotten accustomed to.
The wind was blowing past the great trunks of the tall trees [Apartment blocks], some of the inhabitants were peeking out of their nest holes, some scurrying out to deposit the weeks unwanted materials, others running out to bring back snacks and food for the morning meal to feed their offspring or feed their mates and in some cases feed those who were there just for the night.
I looked back to see how we were where we were, it was culmination of visits, herding goats and cows from my boma [ read ATM ] and bearing other gifts.
The price had been given and the down payment made. These had been handed over into the hands of a not so approving clan, who had demanded more and it was only after a nod of approval from the owner of the garden where this flower grew, were the gifts accepted.
The shouts of joy, singing dancing and smiling faces were a sight to behold. All this in the name of acquiring that flower that grew in their garden, a flower that had drawn the attention of many and now belonged to me.
The deal was sealed and with a few words of wisdom I was now on my journey to be classified as a chooser[read husband].
I stood and looked at myself, like a majestic ostrich grooming himself on the African savannah, I of the black son of vulture, was well groomed and ready to bring home a bride.
..................................maybe continued
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