The time I went to Dancing Spoon restaurant to meet a client to collect my pay, I had never gone to a high end place like that, the client was eating some complicated food, she asked me to make my orders, I told the waiter I want Chai na Mandazi, the ārichā client and the skinny waiter laughed hard, she the clienāt suggested that I take tea and may be black forest, again, I was confused, I said sawa, the waiter asked quarter, half or full, I said full, the client was then in an awe, but she nodded in affirmative, she also tells the waiter to bring me along one samosa so as to balance the diet, waiter akakuja na a big disk shaped cake that was literally black like charcoal with a fork and a knife, everyone is now staring at me, shaking their heads, kumbe I was supposed to order quarterā¦Samosa ikaletwa, with a cut lemon on a shallow dish, mimi sijui ndimu ni ya nini, remember everyone now knows there is a mushamba in the houseā¦nikachukua ndimu nikaweka kwa mdomo nikameza, watu walicheka mazee, kumbe I was supposed to sprinkle the lemon on Sambusaā¦I cut a slice of cake, nikameza na chai, I just called the waiter, told her to wrap that remaining chunk of cake, nikaambia madam client, hii napelekea bibiā¦in ukambani, men donāt eat cakes, those are things for children and womenā¦the kikuyu bar maid whom I trongly suspect had never seen a cake like that, ate the whole of it glatoniously.