Good old days.
Up until today, I still can’t believe that I can actually love someone to that extent. You see, we didn’t plan to be best friends, no, fate brought us together. We shared the same birthdates, our sisters went to the same high school, we had quite the same taste in boys, we both loved hard. Our friendship was magical. We understood each other. Heart to heart sort of thing. During the holidays, we’d meet up and go for lunch in the busy restaurants of Nairobi.We loved to dress up and take photos. We talked about anything and everything. We didn’t judge each other; we couldn’t talk behind each other’s back. She was my sister. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, cried together when one of us was hurt. We had big plans after school. However, things started to go downhill. We stopped calling each other every day, stopped tagging each other on social media, we became secretive and distant. Our other “friends “started to tell me about things she said about me and vise versa. We hit rock bottom,...