Flashes of Thought.

I grew up at a time when Mexican and Philipine telenovelas were the thing in town. It was an era when two or three families, mostly women and children, would gather in one neighbour's house, usually the one with a television, to immerse themselves in the messy love lifes of Alejandro and Miguel😉. Those were also the days when many a dinner was ruined because a mother or house help became so engrossed in the unfolding drama that she forgot the food simmering on the stove😫. Growing up as a child wholly devoted to these dramas was not without consequence. First, I lost my good eyesight from sitting far too close to the television(so I could get the story wa kwanza😂). Second, I inherited a distorted view of love and relationships. I carried visions of romance so detached from reality that the only place they could truly exist was on a television screen. But immature as I was, how was I to know that ground vitu ni different? I proudly nurtured these ideas with the kind of...