Dear Mombasa beach,
I miss you. I know I don’t really visit you as much but when I do, I make it worthwhile by having a family breakfast picnic, morning walks with the kids or evening stroll with my trolley pusher.
People say that you don’t know what you got until it’s lost but life says you know what you got but only value it when it’s gone. Beach, I am sorry. I know you have always been there have been enticing me with the kachiri, viazi karai,pweza or just letting the kids make memories.
Yet, I have been blowing you off with excuses thinking you ain’t going anywhere. I am ashamed of not visiting you enough. I really should and I will once this foul weather settles down because my sinuses seem to follow it every time it changes.
Remorseful converted Coasterian.