I lost my phone...
Afternoons in the CBD sound like a tsunami warning. There's the looming threat of the upcoming rush-hour traffic and chaos. I hate how crowded on downtown gets, the multitude of terminals for various matatus and hawkers with goods sprawled on the ground is symbolic to the city but makes for a hellish navigation. On this particular day one of my friends had just treated me to some lunch at arguably the best spot to get your fill on traditional foods. We had just gotten our fill and we were now headed to one of the dingy taverns to get a little buzzed and head home. Enroute I discovered my phone was not me, headed back to the restaurant and realized it was not there either. Those who know me are familiar with my track record of losing phones. Anyway, all the more reason to get hammered. The drinks flew into my mouth, the horrid taste notwithstanding. My friends were in stitches laughing at me because I was headed home with no phone yet again. I honestly found it as hilarious, they e...
