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πŸŒͺ️BEYOND THE STORM🌦️Episode 4: FINALE - True Love WinsPreamble: Four years. One storm. One decision that changed everyth...
23/08/2026

πŸŒͺ️BEYOND THE STORM🌦️

Episode 4: FINALE - True Love Wins

Preamble: Four years. One storm. One decision that changed everything.

From nearly drowning in Lake Baringo to a wedding day that brought two families β€” and two continents β€” together.

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The hall was packed, gowns and mortarboards as far as the eye could see, and somewhere in that sea of black, Lorot sat gripping the arms of his chair, his mind anywhere but on the ceremony.

Three days earlier, he had finally sat Achieng down.

It had not gone the way he rehearsed it in his head a hundred times.

She had cried, then gone quiet, then asked him the question he'd dreaded most β€” is there someone else?

He hadn't lied to her.

He owed her that much.

She left without another word, and he hadn't heard from her since.

The guilt sat heavy in his chest even now, mixed with something he couldn't quite name β€” relief, maybe, or the fear that comes from finally being honest.

"Lorot Chebet Kiplangat."

His name over the loudspeaker snapped him back.

He rose, straightened his gown, and walked across that stage on legs that still remembered, four years later, what it felt like to nearly drown in Lake Baringo.

First Class Honours, upper division.

Four years of hard work, sacrifice, sleepless nights β€” all of it distilled into the handshake with the chancellor and the flash of his sponsor's camera in the crowd.

He scanned the audience as he walked back to his seat. His mother was on her feet, tears streaming, clapping harder than anyone in the hall.

Beside her sat his sponsor, beaming with quiet pride.

And a few rows back β€” he nearly missed her β€” was Sanau, home for the summer, clapping and mouthing something he couldn't hear but didn't need to.

For the first time in weeks, Lorot felt like he could breathe.

After the graduation, things between him and Sanau grew serious.

Their families finally got to meet, and the warmth between them only confirmed what Lorot already felt.

But three months later, Sanau had to return to college to finish her studies. It was a painful goodbye at the airport, both of them holding back tears.

"Distance is just a test," Sanau told him. "We'll make it."

"I'll be counting the days," Lorot promised.

Not long after, Lorot landed a job with the United Nations β€” a dream come true. With his new income, he was finally able to uplift his family's fortunes, building his mother a better home and supporting his sisters through school.

A year later, Sanau graduated, and Lorot flew out to attend her ceremony, cheering the loudest as she crossed the stage.

By then, neither of them could bear the thought of being apart any longer.

Lorot requested a transfer to the UN headquarters in New York, and luck was on his side β€” an opening came up, and he got it. Around the same time, Sanau landed a job with one of the major airlines, finally chasing her dream of the skies.

They had a small, intimate wedding in the US, surrounded by close friends.

But that wasn't enough β€” not for two people whose story had begun on the shores of Lake Baringo.

So they came home to Kenya for a big, colourful cultural wedding, surrounded by both their families, in the very place where it had all started.

From a fisherman who nearly lost his life in a storm, to a young man who found his purpose β€” and his person.

This is how their story ends. πŸ’βœ¨πŸ‘°πŸ€΅

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πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAHπŸ’«πŸ’­ Beyond The Storm🌨️Episode 3: Torn Between Two Hearts Preamble: Her name is Sanau. And she's ab...
17/08/2026

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πŸ’­ Beyond The Storm🌨️

Episode 3: Torn Between Two Hearts

Preamble: Her name is Sanau. And she's about to fly halfway across the world to chase her dreams. But it's what she leaves behind that Lorot can't shake β€” a feeling he has no right to have, because his heart already belongs to someone else... or does it?

What should he do? πŸ‘‡ Comment your predictions!

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Lorot didn't see the mysterious lady again β€” not for a long while.

Dr. Lopokoyit checked on his progress every day, and he also called Lorot's mother regularly to let her know that her son was safe and recuperating. He would hold the phone to Lorot's ear so mother and son could speak.

"Mama, I'm getting better," Lorot assured her. "Daktari is taking good care of me."

"Thank God," she said. "Just focus on healing, my son."

The doctor assigned his errand boy, Lokapel, to be Lorot's caregiver. Lokapel brought him his meals, helped him wash up, and slowly trained him to walk again on his healing leg.

As the days passed, the two grew close, and Lorot couldn't resist asking about the lady who had brought him his lunch that first day.

"Who is she?" he asked Lokapel. "The one who brought my food when I woke up."

"That's Daktari's daughter," Lokapel replied. "I don't know much about her, though. She's rarely around."

Lorot tucked the answer away, though the curiosity lingered.

Three weeks passed before the mysterious lady reappeared.

She popped into his room to say hello and see how he was healing.

"I'm Sanau," she said, smiling. "I hear you've been quite the fighter."

From then on, she checked on him regularly, and the two became friends.

Lorot told her about his family, his fishing trips, his dream of studying in Nairobi.

Sanau, in turn, told him she was preparing to join a university abroad to study aviation β€” she wanted to be a pilot.

The weeks she'd been absent, she explained, were because she'd travelled for her visa interview in Nairobi, and she had passed.

"So you're really leaving," Lorot said, a quiet sadness creeping into his voice.

"I am," she said. "But I'm glad we met before I did."

He was happy for her, even as something in him ached at the thought of her leaving.

Lorot's leg healed well enough for him to return home just as Sanau was preparing to travel to Nairobi to catch her flight abroad.

Before they parted, they exchanged contacts, promising to stay in touch.

Back at Kampi ya Samaki, Lorot resumed his old life β€” helping his mother, tending the farm, dreaming of Nairobi.

But weeks turned to months, and he never heard from Sanau again.

Then one day, his phone rang. It was Dr. Lopokoyit, and he had good news.

"I've found you a sponsor," the doctor told him. "Someone willing to pay for your education all the way to completion β€” on one condition: you study hard and ace your exams."

Lorot could hardly believe his ears.

He rushed home to share the news with his family, his mother weeping tears of joy. He left his savings with her to manage the household and set off to begin a new life at the University of Nairobi.

He threw himself into his studies and made new friends.

But every so often, his mind wandered back to Sanau. He tried reaching out to her several times, but his messages went unanswered.

Eventually, he let her go and moved forward with his life β€” even finding himself a girlfriend.

Then, in his third year at university, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Hi Lorot, it's Sanau.

She explained that she had been robbed while abroad and lost her phone along with all her contacts. She'd had to register a new number, which was why he'd never heard back from her. She had finally tracked him down through social media.

And just like that, their friendship was rekindled. Sanau's messages came daily now β€” stories about her flight training, questions about his classes, little jokes that made him laugh out loud in the middle of lectures.

It didn't take long for Lorot to notice the shift in himself. He found he was checking his phone more for her name than for anyone else's. He found himself smiling at messages long after he'd read them.

And one evening, lying awake, he admitted it to himself: what he felt for Sanau was not friendship.

It never really had been.

The problem was Achieng.

She had stood by him through two years of university β€” through broke months, through exam stress, through homesickness.

She loved him, and she made no secret of it.

She spoke of their future as though it were already decided.

Lorot hated the man he saw himself becoming: distracted during dates, quick to end calls with Achieng so he could reply to Sanau, carrying a guilt he couldn't explain to either of them.

He told himself it was nothing β€” that Sanau was thousands of kilometres away, that Achieng was the one actually in his life, present and real and deserving of better than a divided heart.

But late at night, when the campus went quiet and his phone lit up with Sanau's name, he knew he was lying to himself.

He owed Achieng honesty. He owed Sanau an answer he hadn't even given himself yet. And he was running out of road to keep avoiding both.

What should he do?

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πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAHπŸ’«πŸŒŠ Beyond The StormEpisode 2: The Mysterious Lady Preamble: He was pulled from the lake, barely a...
14/08/2026

πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAHπŸ’«

🌊 Beyond The Storm

Episode 2: The Mysterious Lady

Preamble: He was pulled from the lake, barely alive... but what happened next changed everything. A mysterious visitor. A tray of food. A smile he'll never forget. Who is she? πŸ‘€ Read Episode 2 to find out.

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It was mid-morning in the busy town of Marigat. The rains had taken a break, and everyone was trying to make up for business lost during the heavy rains before the downpour resumed.

The schools had closed because the roads were impassable. So the children in the neighborhood took advantage of the break and went to play by the lakeside.

Suddenly one of the children shouted.

"Look! What is that?"

They all turned in the direction he was pointing. There in the distance was a floating object, and they couldn't quite tell what it was.

"It's a rock."

"No, it can't be. Can't you see it's moving?"

"Maybe it's a monster."

A burst of laughter.

They all stared keenly, wondering what this mysterious object was. It was slowly heading towards the shore.

"It's a person!" one of them exclaimed.

They all screamed and ran towards the shopping centre, calling out.

"There's someone in the lake!"

The men came out and ran towards the lake.

And indeed, there was a man floating on what looked like a board. He seemed dead.

They pulled him ashore and laid him on the ground.

"Call Daktari!"

One of the men reached for his phone and called the local doctor who lived nearby. He quickly rushed to the scene and checked on the man.

"He's still alive," he said, much to the relief of the onlookers.

"Does anyone know who he is?" the doctor asked.

But nobody knew him.

"Carry him to my house β€” I'll treat him from there."

The bad roads would make it difficult to get to the local clinic, which was some distance away.

Two days later, Lorot slowly started gaining consciousness. He opened his eyes to find the doctor staring down at him.

"Who are you?" he asked the doctor weakly.

"My name is Dr. Lopokoyit."

He went on to explain to Lorot how he had come to be in his house.

"You've broken your right leg, which I've plastered. You also have some nasty bruises, which I've dressed, but there's no major trauma."

"Thank you, Daktari."

"And what's your name, and where are you from?" asked the doctor.

"I am Lorot, from Kampi ya Samaki."

He went on to explain what had happened.

"I only did it because I desperately want to go to college. It's the only way to support my family."

"Concentrate on getting better β€” the rest shall sort itself," said the doctor. "I'll have someone bring you some food."

"Thanks again, Daktari."

Lorot closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

In walked the most beautiful lady he had ever seen. She had smooth dark skin, sparkling eyes, neatly plaited cornrows, and the most enchanting smile.

"Hi, I've brought your lunch," she said. "You must be hungry β€” you haven't eaten anything since you were brought here."

The words caught in Lorot's throat.

"Thank you," he managed to croak.

She gently helped him sit up and placed the tray on his lap.

"Karibu," she said, and left the room.

Lorot was dazzled.

He forgot about the food.

Who was this angel?

Did she work for the doctor?

Would he see her again?

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πŸ’« Cupid In The Savannah πŸ’«πŸŒ©οΈ BEYOND THE STORM⚑Episode 1: A Dream At Stake Preamble: The storm was coming. Everyone knew i...
10/08/2026

πŸ’« Cupid In The Savannah πŸ’«

🌩️ BEYOND THE STORM⚑

Episode 1: A Dream At Stake

Preamble: The storm was coming. Everyone knew it. Everyone except Lorot, who had one more debt to pay and one more reason to risk everything...

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He could see it. The eye of the storm. In fact, the atmosphere had already started feeling heavy the week before.

The villagers knew the signs without waiting for the weathermans prediction. A storm was brewing. They needed to prepare before it hit. Their homes needed to be well secured. The animal shelters needed extra buffering. Whatever crops were ready needed to be harvested from the farms. And everything else that came with preparation for a storm.

Lorot debated whether it was safe to attempt one more trip to catch fish before the heavens burst open. Lake Baringo was known for its fierce storms, and fishermen kept away during such seasons.

You see, Lorot was the only son of his widowed mother and he was the eldest of seven siblings. His father had died in a road accident, leaving behind a pregnant wife. Lorot had to step into his father's shoes at a young age. He helped his mother till their land. He learnt how to sell farm produce at the market and buy provisions on the way back. He helped with taking care of his sisters and assisting them with their homework. He was the shoulder that his mother leaned on. And most of all, he ensured that he studied hard in school because he knew that education was the only way to get his family out of poverty.

And indeed he performed well in school, earning a place at the University of Nairobi. He wanted to be a diplomat. But fate had other plans.

His mother could not afford to send him off to Nairobi β€” the funds simply weren't there. Between feeding the family and paying school fees for the girls, there was barely enough left to survive on.

So Lorot turned to fishing in an effort to save funds for his studies. He hired a boat and would be on the lake by 4:00 a.m. to catch fish before other fishermen began their day.

Fate had been kind to him, and so far he was making enough to pay for the boat hire and save for his tuition. Some days he made enough to assist with the household expenses.

But since signs of the storm started appearing, business was low. It seemed the fish were also scared and had gone into hiding. He was overdue with his boat payments and hadn't saved anything towards his studies. That's why he was debating with himself about whether to attempt one fishing trip before the rains.

He shared his thoughts with his mother, but she dissuaded him from making the trip.

"The other fishermen have taken a break," she told him. "Why do you want to risk your life?"

But Lorot was stubborn.

"Mama, I'm not a coward," he said. "If I don't go, then I'll have to wait until the rainy season ends to catch up with my target, and that will mean I will miss my admission date."

"Better late than never," she replied. "Let him who has ears hear!"

But Lorot had already made up his mind.

At 4:00 a.m. the next morning, he was on the lake as usual.

"Lord, bless me with a fruitful day today," he prayed.

He reached his fishing spot and laid the bait. And the fish started biting. He hauled them into the boat with excitement. By 7:00 a.m., his boat was full, and it was time to head back to shore. But when he turned the boat around, he froze!

Dark clouds had gathered on the horizon, and they were heading his way. You could tell they were pregnant with rain. A chilly wind started blowing, and it grew heavier by the minute. Strong waves started forming on the lake, causing the boat to sway from side to side. Thunder roared with all its might, and lightning cracked across the sky in anger. And then the heavens opened. And boy β€” did they really open!

Lorot found himself fighting for his life. He could barely see through the heavy rain. The boat was filling fast with water, swaying wildly!

"Oh God! What have I gotten myself into?" he cried. "Help me, Lord, please!"

He tried as hard as he could to control the boat, but the elements wouldn't allow it.

Suddenly, a huge wave appeared from nowhere and hit the boat, causing it to flip over. At the same time there was a large bolt of lightning and a deafening clap of thunder.

Lorot lost his balance and felt himself falling. He hit his head hard on the side of the boat and lost consciousness.

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πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAH πŸ’«The Mystery Man Episode 3: The Fish In The Sea Season Finale)🎣❀️ Preamble: Remember "there are...
02/08/2026

πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAH πŸ’«

The Mystery Man

Episode 3: The Fish In The Sea Season Finale)🎣❀️

Preamble: Remember "there are many more fish in the sea"? Well... Mweni caught HER fish. πŸŸπŸ’ This is how a simple Saturday morning stroll turned into forever. Read the finale below πŸ‘‡ and let us know β€” did this love story make you smile? πŸ₯ΉπŸ’žβœ¨

Then he burst out laughing.

Mweni frowned.

"What's funny?"

"Fiona?"

"So you know who I'm talking about?"

"Of course."

"And?"

"She's my neighbour."

Mweni blinked. "Your neighbour?"

"Yes."

"What about the way you two were walking together?"

"Her husband works nights. Sometimes I walk her home when she gets back late."

Mweni stared at him. "That's it?"

"That's it."

She sat back.

Relief washed over her.

Then embarrassment.

Then irritation.

"Do you know how many weeks I spent thinking you had a girlfriend?"

Juma's eyes widened.

"You thought I had a girlfriend?"

Mweni looked away. "Forget it."

"No." He was smiling now. "Tell me."

Mweni sighed.

She told him everything.

The Saturday morning stroll.

The first time she saw him.

The cologne.

The second encounter.

The woman.

The apartment gate.

The months she spent secretly looking through the gate whenever she passed.

Juma listened.

When she finished, he was quiet. Then he reached across the table and took her hand.

"Mweni." She looked at him. "I noticed you too."

Her heart skipped.

"That first morning," he continued, "I almost turned around."

"Why?"

Juma smiled. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I just wanted to."

Mweni stared at him. "Then why didn't you?"

He laughed softly. "I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Of what would happen if I did."

Mweni smiled. "That's ridiculous."

"Maybe." He squeezed her hand. "But I kept wondering about you."

The confession touched something deep inside her. For months, she had thought she was the only one secretly wondering. The only one hoping. The only one looking. But she wasn't.

Two strangers had been quietly noticing each other. Two people had been walking past each other. Two lives had been brushing against each other. And neither had known what was waiting on the other side of that almost-moment.

Mweni smiled. "What a waste of time."

Juma laughed. "Maybe."

Then his expression softened. "Or maybe we met at exactly the right time."

Mweni looked at him. Neither of them spoke. But somewhere inside her, Mweni knew.

Something had changed.

Her mystery man was becoming something else. Someone real. Someone she was beginning to know. Someone she was beginning to love.

Their relationship grew easily after that.

Perhaps because, in some strange way, it felt as though they had already known each other for months before they officially met.

Juma turned out to be exactly as steady as he looked.

He was an accountant by profession.

Precise.

Thoughtful.

Patient.

He remembered small details.

Like the fact that Mweni took her tea without sugar.

The fact that she always ordered the same meal at Nairobi Kitchen.

The fact that she hated being late.

And the fact that whenever she was nervous, she played with the edge of her sleeve.

Mweni noticed everything.

She noticed that Juma listened when she spoke.

That he asked questions instead of assuming answers.

That he remembered things she had mentioned only once.

And slowly, the woman who had once wondered whether she would ever see a handsome stranger again began to wonder something else.

How had she ever lived without him?

Eventually, Juma met Mweni's closest friend. The same friend who had once tried to console her with talk of other fish in the sea. The three of them sat together at Nairobi Kitchen.

Her friend looked at Juma.

Then at Mweni.

Then back at Juma.

"So..."

Mweni immediately knew where this was going.

"Don't."

Her friend ignored her.

"This is the fish?"

Juma looked confused.

Mweni covered her face and her friend burst out laughing. She told Juma about the 'fish' story and soon, all three were laughing so hard that Mweni's sides hurt.

Months later, on another cool Saturday morning, Juma suggested that they go for a walk.

Mweni smiled. "Where?"

"Just come."

They walked through Westlands. The morning breeze was gentle. The city was waking up around them.

And then Mweni realized where they were going.

She stopped. "Juma."

He turned.

"This is..."

"Yes."

The same street.

The same place.

The place where Mweni had first seen him.

The place where a handsome stranger had walked past her and left behind nothing but the scent of his cologne and a thousand unanswered questions.

Juma walked a few more steps, then stopped.

"This is where I almost turned around."

Mweni smiled. "You've told me that."

"Not everything."

She looked at him. He took her hand.

"That morning, I noticed you before we passed each other."

Mweni's eyes widened.

"You did?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say hello?"

Juma smiled. "Because I didn't know what to say."

She laughed. "You could have said hello."

"I know that now."

He looked at the spot where they had first crossed paths.

"I thought you were beautiful."

Mweni felt her throat tighten.

"But I was afraid you'd think I was just another man trying to get your attention."

"Instead, you let me spend months thinking you had a girlfriend."

Juma laughed. "That's your fault."

"My fault?"

"You could have asked."

"I didn't know you!"

"Exactly."

They laughed.

Then Juma became serious. "I regretted not turning around."

Mweni looked at him.

"Every day?"

"Not every day."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Most days."

She laughed.

Juma took her hand.

"Until the day I saw you at the takeout."

Mweni remembered.

"I was so embarrassed."

"You froze."

"I did not."

"You forgot how to speak."

"That's different."

Juma laughed. "I thought you were going to walk away without saying anything."

"I almost did."

"Why?"

Mweni looked at him. "Because I thought you had a girlfriend."

He smiled. "And I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

Mweni shook her head. "Look at us."

"Yes."

"All those months."

"All those almost-moments."

They stood there quietly.

Two people who had once been strangers.

Two people who had unknowingly noticed each other.

Two people who had nearly walked past the love story waiting for them.

Then Juma reached into his pocket. Mweni's eyes widened.

"Juma?"

He dropped to one knee.

"Oh my God."

People passing by slowed down.

Someone stopped.

Another person immediately pulled out a phone.

Mweni covered her mouth.

Juma smiled up at her.

"Mweni."

She was already crying.

"I know you've heard people say there are many fish in the sea."

Mweni laughed through her tears.

"Yes."

"And perhaps that's true." He reached for her hand. "But I don't want every fish."

Her heart raced.

"I want you."

Juma opened the small box.

"Mweni, will you make every walk home one I get to take with you..."

He paused.

"...as my wife?"

Mweni didn't hesitate. "Yes!"

Juma laughed.

She was laughing.

Crying.

Doing both at once.

The people watching erupted in cheers. Someone shouted: "Congratulations!"

Mweni pulled Juma to his feet and threw her arms around him.

And as they stood there in the middle of a Nairobi street, surrounded by strangers who had suddenly become witnesses to their love story, Mweni thought about the first day she had seen him.

She had wondered:

Who is he?

Does he live around here?

Is he married?

Does he have a girlfriend?

Will I ever see him again?

She had never imagined that one day she would know the answers to all those questions.

And she certainly hadn't imagined that the handsome stranger she couldn't forget would become the man she couldn't imagine forgetting.

Sometimes, the person you're looking for has been right there all along.

Sometimes, two people can pass each other again and again without realizing that their paths are leading somewhere.

And sometimes, what feels like a missed opportunity is simply life waiting for the right moment.

Mweni had spent months believing that Juma was a fish she could never have.

But she had been looking at it all wrong.

Because love isn't about finding the most beautiful fish in the sea.

It's about finding the one that swims back to you.

And Juma had.

Every time.

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πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAH πŸ’« The Mystery Man Episode 2: Second ChancesPreamble: Rain, a familiar gate, and a second chance ...
01/08/2026

πŸ’« CUPID IN THE SAVANNAH πŸ’«

The Mystery Man

Episode 2: Second Chances

Preamble: Rain, a familiar gate, and a second chance she wasn't expecting β˜”β€οΈ Who is "the girlfriend"... Read Episode 2 below πŸ‘‡ and comment: Who is the mysterious "girlfriend"?πŸ˜‚

There he was.

Her mystery man.

Up close, he was even more striking than she remembered.

A slight dimple appeared on his left cheek when he smiled.

His eyes crinkled at the corners.

Mweni suddenly forgot every word she had ever learned.

"You always seem to be in a hurry whenever I see you," he said, laughing lightly.

Mweni stared at him.

He had noticed her.

"You..." she managed.

He smiled, "I'm Juma."

"Mweni."

She silently thanked God she hadn't dropped her phone.

"I've seen you around here a few times," Juma continued. "Do you work nearby?"

Mweni opened her mouth. Before she could answer, the cashier called:

"Next!"

The queue moved. Mweni stepped forward and paid for her food. Then she turned around.

Juma was gone.

She looked around.

Nothing.

No Juma.

No handsome stranger.

Just an empty space where he had been standing.

She walked back to the office in a daze.

She was half annoyed with herself for freezing up.

Half replaying his voice in her head.

But there was something else she couldn't stop thinking about.

He had said:

"I've seen you around here a few times."

So she wasn't the only one who had noticed.

Juma had noticed her too.

But why had he never approached her?

And why, after finally speaking to her, had he disappeared without even asking for her number?

Mweni had spent months wondering if she would ever get a chance to meet him.

Now she finally had.

And somehow...She had lost him again.

What Mweni didn't know was that Juma was already wondering the exact same thing.

Would he ever get a second chance?

Two weeks passed.

There was no sign of Juma.

Mweni slowly began to wonder whether the entire takeout encounter had been some cruel joke fate had played on her.

She had finally met the man she had spent months wondering about.

He had introduced himself.

They had spoken.

And then he had simply disappeared.

No number.

No goodbye.

Nothing.

Mweni tried to forget about him - she failed.

Then, one rainy Friday evening, fate intervened. The rain had caught her completely unprepared. One moment she had been walking home, the next, Nairobi's skies had opened.

Mweni ran towards the nearest shelter.

And found herself standing just inside the gate of the very apartment complex she had walked past countless times.

She was catching her breath when a familiar voice spoke behind her.

"We meet again."

Mweni turned.

Her heart nearly stopped.

Juma.

He was standing there, shaking rain from his jacket.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other.

Then Mweni laughed.

Juma laughed too.

"This is actually where I live," he said.

Mweni raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yes." He grinned. "I promise I'm not stalking you."

Mweni burst out laughing.

The tension that had surrounded their first meeting disappeared.

They began talking.

At first, about the rain.

Then about work.

Then Nairobi.

Then the strange number of times they had apparently crossed paths without ever saying a word.

"I've seen you before," Juma admitted.

Mweni looked at him.

"How many times?"

He pretended to think.

"Enough."

"Enough for what?"

"Enough to know that you always look like you're in a hurry."

Mweni laughed. "I am usually in a hurry."

"I noticed."

She studied him. "Then why didn't you ever say hello?"

Juma smiled.

"Because you always looked like you wouldn't want to be disturbed."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I couldn't." He shrugged. "I was just afraid you'd tell me to mind my own business."

Mweni laughed. "So you were afraid of me?"

"Maybe a little."

The rain continued falling.

Neither of them seemed to mind.

When it finally eased, Juma looked at her.

"Can I have your number this time?"

Mweni smiled. "This time?"

He laughed. "Yes. This time."

She gave it to him.

And just like that, the stranger she had spent months wondering about was no longer a stranger.

The days that followed became weeks.

The texts became phone calls.

The phone calls became coffee dates.

And soon, Mweni and Juma were spending time together at Nairobi Kitchenβ€”the very place where Mweni had once seen him with the woman she had assumed was his girlfriend.

One afternoon, she finally found the courage to ask.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"That woman I saw you with..."

Juma's face immediately changed.

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Stay tuned for Episode 3 πŸ’žβœ¨



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