A long drinking hole friend, I bumped into him at the Goethe corridor. We had lost physical contact since 2009, a small tête-à-tête ensued. catching up on time, what we both had been up to. our mad Nairobi night sprees.bla bla bla...
He told me he was planning to fly to Quebec Canada later in the year, hence had enrolled for classes at Alliance Français to polish his spoken, and written french. He was a doctor, and had realized his potential was being abused by the current employer, and worth of his skills under remunerated.
I figured he will notice i have a new phone. so i fished it out and tried the first trick " You still keep your previous number by the way? You see I am a teetotaler nowadays. so i keep my phones much longer, try calling me i see if i got it on Sim"
I hurry to dictate my number to him, which he obediently feeds into his keypads.
Just before he presses dial, I am scared how to save him should i not be having his names.
"Just search Gilbert Menza" I stifle a grin, I am scored.
"You know when you fly to Quebec, maybe before i can get hold of your Canadian contacts, facebook will keep us in touch. Have you dialed by the way? i haven't seen it yet"
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