Back To You

I know it was me. I'm the one who left. I'm the one who went to someone new. But I'm begging you to let me come back to you.

I left because I was young, and seduced by the possibilities out there. You were too simple, too plain, too ordinary. I wanted to taste glamour, experience another culture and immerse myself in all the opportunities - whether it was old-school sophistication and elegance or the shiny brashness of something younger. I left because I was silly enough to believe that YOU weren't enough. I felt I could get better, and in my arrogance believed that we didn't fit well together.

I was so wrong. My heart belongs - has ALWAYS belonged - to you. I'll be honest and say you're not the most beautiful of my dalliances. Others have stunned me with their sheer splendour - whether natural or aided by man's many great inventions. And you're not the most savvy or complex or dynamic. But there's something undefinable that keeps me coming back.

I've cheated on you with many many cities, but Nairobi... if you'll have me, I'd like to come back to you.