assume=ass+u+me

Sauti Sol is your favorite band. You’ve been a fan since Mwanzo when they were cooing about love that you were neither old nor experienced enough to understand. They gained your unrestricted screen time, despite turning off The Beat when you heard your dad's car humming outside your gate.

It was only natural that you wanted to attend Sol Fest. You purchased a new fit along with your ticket and got to KICC three hours early. You wanted to take it all in before the crowds ruined it for you.

The concert exceeded your expectations. The energy was unmatched. You sang along to track after track and shouted until your voice was a husky shadow of its former self. The boys were even more enchanting in person. You were high on the feeling, and rehab could go to hell.