She had called me at around 6.00PM and told me that she was feeling low and needed cheer-up. I liked her a lot, she liked me too but not just enough to have sex with me yet; not because she was observing the 90 days rule, heck we’d then known each other for over 4 months, 141 days to be precise. Her reason was that she had a boyfriend. Truth is that she actually did….
Often she wasn’t the 1st to call; actually she wasn’t calling at anytime at all. Heck, Even if I left 6 missed calls trying to call her, I’d still be the one who would call the next day in the morning asking “ehh jana inakaa nilipiga simu kama umeshalala, sema lakini?” despite the fact that on the said previous day I had started calling her from 3.00PM in the afternoon. It was that bad.
I got to her room. It was the usual, she had quarreled with her boyfriend. She kept telling me how the dude doesn’t care about her and blah blah blah. My work was to listen to all that bullshit and tell her all will be okay hoping that in her sorrow she would succumb to the desires of the flesh and subject me to some coitus. I offered to buy her supper, we went to sonford, bought chips and kuku (takeaway) for two, and some yoghurt then went back to her room to eat.
While in her room, my room-mate texted me “Erico, uko wapi buana..kuja tuende stage tununue chakula” to which I thunderously replied “Leo nimepikiwa supper huku boss , wewe ji-sort tu”. The lady went to search for a good movie so that we watch it while eating. Minutes later someone knocked her door…since she wasn’t inside the room I went and opened the door. A nigga stood there looking at me puzzled..i returned the same look
She came back just in time to find the stand-off. “ohh NICK!! What a lovely surprise, Eric this is Nick, Nick this is Eric. Eric ni beshte ya caro na alikuwa amekujia movie Fulani alinisaidia nayo juzi. Eric ndio hii ile movie thanks, nitashow caro ulipitia!!” The nigga then eased himself into the room, went and rested majestically on her bed. As I wore my shoes , I remembered this lady had said her boyfriend was called Nick. Caro was her room-mates name and no I wasn’t friends with her room-mate. I stood up, picked the movie and said “sawa si tutaongea”, gave the nigga one painful look and left.
While I was signing out at the door security check, the guard made a joke abit out of taste. “Hiyo room no. 12 mumejipata fahali wawili leo, wewe ndio umetimuliwa ehh. Ulikuwa umekula ata?” It was then that I remembered my kuku chips and yoghurt. Went back to her room, Tried to knock but all I heard was music in the background and the lights were off. I left, knowing that mating was in progress, mating that had eluded my comfort for 141 days.
I wanted to go back to my room but remembered I have bragged to my room-mate that I was being cooked for. So with one hundred shillings remaining in my pocket I went back to a hotel, ordered chips kavu ate while I deliberated how that nigga would pounce on my kuku n chips n yogurt after bedding the woman I loved. I still wipe my tears remembering that night.
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