Introverted Mutinda part 1
It is one of those typical mundane Monday evenings. I take a seat, and the clock reads three minutes past seven in the P.M. Before me, a plate of rice, coconut fish stew, sweet corn, and peas washed down by a cup of hot cocoa. There is commotion in the master's my mom is busy getting ready for her up tenth yoga class. Yes, she practices yoga, I have been asked this a couple of times; Bikram yoga to be precise not the exclusive-only in Westlands but the more welcoming and benign one at Lavington mall. She urges me to join her. " Nigel, I was reading some articles yesterday and they explained that Yoga has been proven to elevate your mood and improve your mental health, it is also...." "No thank you," I say almost forthwith," I hate the heat and I am not one to be guilt-tripped". This is not my story, neither is it my mom's; this is Mutinda's a man as mysterious as they get, he is not your typical cognitive miser. As I enjoy my ass