It does not take me long to find long messages from a woman called Unita in Malindi, the gist of it being that she has invited her for a ‘party’ at a villa in Malindi this Saturday night, and booked a flight for her.
‘I’ll pick you up at the airport,’ Unita has texted. ‘Sunday morning, you get 30Gs.’
Frida is in an excited mood next morning as I drive her to JKIA ‘Domestic Departures.’ Ironic!
‘See you kesho evening when you pick me, sweetie,’ she trills in sing song, like a morning bird.
‘Say hallo to your Daddy from me,’ I say sardonically, and see a flicker of worry light in her eyes. Then I walk away!