One Friday morning, my mother had told me to prepare myself for journey to Mombasa in the evening. I was so happy and very eager for that journey, since several months had passed without me visiting Mombasa.
Immediately, it reached 7 pm, we left the house headed to town to pick a bus going to Coast. We were lucky to have boarded a comfortable one and it was being driven as fast as lightning.
On the road, we passed several trees, birds and wild animals strolling in search of water.The nature itself looked so beautiful and what kept on ringing on my mind was, what I could get in comparison to this beautiful nature.
When we reached a certain point, the bus made a stop and as some passengers alighted, more boarded the bus. Suddenly, a beautiful girl boarded and sat next to me. She was very beautiful and I could not tell what I would have compared her with, besides nature.
I gathered courage and asked her, her name. She told me, she was called Wanjiku. I wanted just to be next to her, but circumstances could not allow me, since I was almost alighting in the next bus stop.
This girl was marvellous and unique in everything. From the looks to her attitude. She was an angel to me.
My greatest day ever, was having met such a beautiful girl whom I could not have resisted.
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