My last relationship was with a girl who hailed from Ijara, Garissa.
We met at university and became good friends in the course of our first year.
The relationship was unlike any other; it was the best.
Fatuma was this shy girl with glassy eyes that gave you the impression that she was seeing right through your eyes to your soul.
Behind the hijab was a well-sculptured body that would make a priest abandon celibacy.
I still remember that first encounter as if it was yesterday.
''Hello, my name is Fatuma,'' she said in a soft voice that triggered a rush of blood in my body.
There was this endearing aura around her that made you like her.
I fell in love with her immediately.
Convincing her to be my girlfriend was quite a task but finally, she gave me a chance.
In my whole life, I have never been treated with more respect than that demonstrated by Fatuma.
I felt like a king.
Her impeccable culinary skills afforded me the opportunity to enjoy Somali cuisine.
I will never forget the experience even though we are no longer together.
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