Neighbour, Neighbour πŸ‘€πŸ˜…πŸ€©

 Today afternoon found me at my balcony,glass of pineapple juice in my hand,a pen and notebook and my set of four eyes,hawk eyes πŸ‘€ for that matter. 

I had just moved into this new apartment na for once I had scored an apartment that had a balcony in the upper floors.

On this  I maximised kabsaaa, both as a writer and as a person who generally likes sightseeing.

I'm one of those people ambao you literally have to excuse and let them sit karibu na dirisha every time you're traveling, if you  value peace.

Opposite our apartment there was another apartment with a balcony on this floor just like ours.Well,today though it's as if I had company from as far across as that side.A young man ,say 25ish also sat there,pen and paper kama tu mimi,so I'm guessing agenda ilikuwa ileile.

He kept staring all the way down then back up while nodding to the music in his ears.

He had sat on the edge of his chair in this design that boys usually do,yaani ni ka ambao hawataki kuketiπŸ˜‚, struggling to balance themselves on the edge despite the fact that wameacha a whole acre of space behind them.🀦God! your sons! 
#trying to look macho and all that πŸ˜‚πŸ€¦.
Sijui mbona but he was giving off some serious Morris Chestnut vibes.Yaani!🀩 the guy was not even speaking but I could hear him.πŸ˜‚sijui kama mnanipata.presenceee!πŸ˜‚πŸ‘ŒπŸ₯΅
Guysss! yaani bonge la presence!πŸ₯΅.
So I stared down pia mimi trying to look for a story ispokuwa leo only an old lady passed by.Nothing worth turning into a story.
As I was looking back up,Mr Neighbours eyes met mine and he nodded lightly as greetings of some sort.
I'm guessing pia yeye,he didn't find anything interesting to write about huko chini.
Well,I don't know if for him he found a story eventually but as for me I sure as hell did not go back inside empty-handed.πŸ€©πŸ˜‚

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