If you have not read the book Love in the Time of Cholera …… read it.
I came across a tweet by Jeremy Cohen that melted my heart. The tweet (thread actually) gives his story of shooting his shot in the midst on Corona in Brooklyn. Man uses a drone, a ball bubble, over the balcony dinner date ……..whilst social distancing. I was romanced as well, like “How sweet!” and it got me believing there was hope for the single lane life in this age of Mutahi’s curfew and KP rungus.
Then I remembered I am Kenyan, living in Nairobi and I started laughing because of the complexities this presented.
First, we are not allowed to fly drones, so there is no one sending me their number on a drone. Forget the lack of creativity that would be a hurdle, Communications Authority has ensured that we cannot have a copy cat.
Then I have no roof to dance on, like no flat apartment roof because I do not live in an apartment and because I live in a former British colony we will call it a flat; our flats just don’t have flat roofs that one can dance on. The one person I know who has a flat roof, has a view of the Nairobi National Park (other than the neighbours) so i figure mans options are gazelles, lions, warthogs etc etc , I digress. If I was to publicly dance by myself, the neighbours would call me mad so …… Yes, I have a reputation to protect even in these times.
So I cannot be found/met physically, unless it is the supermarket that I dash to and almost run out because I do not have Covid 19 recovery money and Mbagathi is not my portion. And how will this conversation start “Have you washed your hands?”. And thus, we are back to finding love as we social distance.
Let us move on, these guys went for a cute little walk and I started wondering where I and a stranger would walk and I would be sure my nosy friends would not spot us and stalk, because my friends are those people. And ….
Then you have the virus whose infection rate is increasing ever so slowly, which means I am really not meeting a stranger physically (unless they can find themselves a bubble ball) but digitally. How does figure out chemistry over WhatsApp and voice? I know Love Is Blind sold an awesome romantic story but we all saw the drama some of the couples went through.
And with that, I was reminded that the average, and I repeat average (and by this I mean 90% with the 10% being left out because this is not a verifiable survey) Nairobi man does not know how to hold his own without an alcoholic beverage of sort or some thing that prevents you from really getting to know the person or having a real conversation. Basically, need a prop.Fight me over this when the curfew is over. And so I might be forced to endure a conversation where I am actively coming up with things on the fly. Why don’t I just talk to myself in the privacy of my room?
All scenarios based off the Twitter thread are coming up short and they said we would become more creative in the lock down!
My age is showing.
So how do we date in this Nairobi in the age of Corona? Whilst skipping all the jokers?