It is one of the reasons you love this apartments. It is en-suite. You have your own very private washroom. It is your refuge when you want to wash out your mind, spirit and soul as you seat on the seat.
On the floor is the carpet made from Turkish silk that James bought you while he stationed at that embassy. James, James, James. The memories. It is lime coloured, intricately woven with intertwining tree icons and mauve little houses.
Nevertheless, the most important piece is the full-length mirror you had Omondi mount on the door. It set you back a decent amount to protect against breakage with the banging of the door. However, it is worth every shilling.
In a fit of inspiration, you put up some graffiti at the very top of the mirror. “Float like a Butterfly! Sting like a Bee! It reads. Every morning, before you leave your palace, you stand before that mirror and recite a prayer for a fulfilling day. Each night, before going to bed, you say a prayer of thankfulness for the day while staring into your own eyes.
How was your day today, Ms. Butterflyke?
Did you float like Butterfly? Did you have to sting like a Bee?