“ Form ni gani leo ?” “ Sijui, am kinda broke, tungeenda mtush police line ” “ Basi twendeni tuchill kwa Jo ” “Good idea, ndo hata mnitoe hizi braids ” Sharon, Faith and I were quite inseparable. We enjoyed doing a lot of things together and most importantly staying together. Although we fought sometimes, we always got back to the trio we had been since first year. On this particular Wednesday, we were idle and broke therefore we couldn’t go for mtumba neither could we go for ice cream at Muliro gardens. So we went to Jo’s place in Lurambi. She was staying alongside other students in the same compound. We had a mannerism of just texting someone “uko?” and then arriving in the next few minutes. Jo was used to that. When we got there, Jo was still in her sleeping attire. She got up, took a quick shower the prepared uji for us. We loved porridge although mine was not as tasty as Sharon’s. “ So leo hamna form ?” Jo started. “ Form ndio hii, tumekuja kubangaiza hapa hadi jioni .” “ For r