By Tabitha Makumi,
I have a friend, let’s call him Matthew (except that’s not his real name) He didn’t fancy the use of his name for this article. Relax buddy, I am not writing some scathing expose for New York Times) Apart from being a douche and all touchy feely about his real name which by the way rhymes with “Gen-eric” (Hahaha) he is a Travel Writer for Caxton Magazines in South Africa.
‘I am in town for a few days, can we meet up for drinks or something?” he calls on a Wednesday night, but I am kinda busy, already in my pyjamas, watching a repeat of TechKnow on Al Jazeera with a glass and a half of some cheap wine down. I agree on a Friday after work kind of thing. We’ve known each other for a couple of years and met while interning for the National Museums of Kenya.