I’m seated at creamy-in; that one near Nairobi’s famous landmark, waiting for my friend to arrive while I enjoy some caramel milkshake.
On the next table sits what seems like a couple probably in their early twenties.
They indulge in what couples do when at a joint; making trips to the future and placing a cute family of five (dog-included) there waiting for time to actualize it.
At the moment, they are enjoying vanilla-strawberry ice-cream, and I can’t stop myself from making a story out of their intimate moment.
The guy walks away and returns with a tray with a meal on it. He slides it romantically to the girl’s side of the table and their conversation continues.
Our girl enjoys her meal while the guy looks at her; a look that makes me smile for a second. It seemed like he knew at that moment that she might be deserving a ring! You know that’s a win for women in this Nairobi dating scene!
They seem happy, content, and genuinely enjoying each other’s company. Our guy might have sacrificed an entire-week worth of lunches to get his girl chicken and chips here. For a moment, I miss this young and innocent love.
I miss the days when it was this simple and Diana Marua didn’t pressure me to demand for G-Wagon from my man. These days, even love has been commercialized!
I miss these simple dates that don’t need to end with Instagram posts with a caption, “My Man! My Man! My Man!” as Instagram baddies have influenced me to believe I must have.
I derail my thoughts with a sip of my milkshake as I conclude that truly,
‘At the end of the day, high-end restaurant dates aren’t the real test of love. Let’s be honest, most of us can’t even use the fancy cutlery properly anyway!”
Wanja.