Dear Kubu Cafe,
Your wifi sucks,
But your milkshakes could cure any dreary day.
I love your mismatching pink and green walls,
The comfy leather couches that beat my bunk bed with the thin mattress any day,
The dark wood table,
And the way the large window in the front lets in just enough light, but not too much as it gives me snippets of the lives of people walking into the Shoprite next door.
I like the random assortment of tribal bowls and banners on the walls…
They kind of remind me of the pattern I have been living in.
But its not you Kubu Cafe that makes me smile today.
Its the faces of my teammates looking at their LED lit screens.
Its the face on my screen, the voice echoing in my headphones from miles away.
And prehaps Kubu Cafe, when so far from home, I still like you on Saturday afternoons when you bring home here to me through crappy wifi.
