SUNDAYS

What is Sunday?…

Sunday is four friends and blocks of Jenga…

Sunday is imitating an unsuspecting yet familiar face…

Sunday is blowing into the ear, rubbing noses,

Sunday is agreeing with a Stranger that you met on a specific date in a fictitious event,

Sunday is seeing the art and the colour,

The painters turning the pale concrete jungle into a mosaic of technicolor,

Sunday is seeing a friend one more time before a long farewell,

Sunday is the tears of goodbye and the joys of a birthday…

Sunday is the nostalgia of ugali and mala,

Sunday is writing these words in a loud matatu with strangers gleening over my screen…

Sunday is living in the now…

To friends who became family.

That is Sunday.

Sunday is love