Their conversation didnt seem to fade. Their faces were cool. As they conversed, it was uncovered that Grace came from a humble family in the rurals of Kisii town. Her dad was a farmer who ran a greenhouse at their small plot. He was currently harvesting tomatoes. Her mother was alcoholic and she had left her baba Grace for another man. Grace met her once once only when she went to the village bars in her search. Kairetu told almost everything about her including about Sarunis consistencious proposalsand how often she turned them down. Sometimes i wonder why some ladies turn blind and deaf on the good stuff and opt for bad stuffs just because they are eye pleasing, its okay though, everyone is entitled to have what he/she likes as long as they can rightly afford it. The day grew darker. Grace had bunches of bananas and tomatoes, she asked Kairetu to prepare some as she went out to buy something else. Kairetu was almost done when Grace entered with a paperbag. She emptied it...
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