They have praised you in daylight,
And yet the night wanderer here will make you wonder,
Why they wasted all the tunes during the day yet what matters is your beat across the night…
Rimanto,
My hoe is sharpened and as the night takes the world to dream world,
I’ll make your dreams hit crescendo by the best notes…
Rimanto,
Let me ride you to heaven,
Let’s turn pages of the book of life,
Let’s rewrite the commandments,
Let’s tear all the pages and only artistically draw four letters,
L.O.V.E…
Rimanto,
Your glow needs replenishment,
I assure you the daily refill,
As I’ll toil to oil your desires,
And like the sun,
I’ll tire not brightening your world…
Rimanto,
Let me be your tickler and keep your smile,
That smile that breaks necks of secret admirers as they stare and wish,
I’ll quench your thirst with laughter,
I’ll immortalise your name in songs and poems,
And like the legendary Wangu,
Mystery will surround your existence,
That only I will demystify…
Rimanto,
Wealth and tours are underrated,
You’ll have everything including health and adventure for I,
Will have them all in tales,
The regular tours and explorations that will supersede your imaginations,
And actions that no other creature will dare…
Rimanto,
As you compete with the Moon’s shyness and cold,
I’ll be your bold and Hot Sun,
Say the word,
I’ll give you more than your dream world,
Be my African Queen,
And we’ll blacken the world together!
Love is special,
Sometimes it hurts,
Especially one is played,
Falling in the hands of betrayal…
Betrayal pricks,
Betrayal itches,
Like a bee sting in shiny day,
Or a mosquito bite anytime…
Anytime after a heartbreak,
Bad decisions are bound to follow,
Emotional moments take over,
And the rush to revenge…
Revenge is a loser’s option,
Letting go is the best resolve,
It may take a while to move on,
Yet healing crawls up confidently…
Confidently take bold strides,
And NEVER KILL anyone for love,
Be so peaceful like a dove,
True love is awaiting you elsewhere…
Elsewhere in the world,
Real wonders are wandering,
It’s your business to explore,
And tap the golden hearts…
Golden hearts that will celebrate,
Golden hearts so virtuous,
Golden heart is yours to keep,
Just walk past the bitter biters…
Bitter bitters are there to strengthen,
And arm you with noble art of appreciation,
That only oozes from genuine souls,
Be not dragged to KILLING in the love entangles…
Entangles are complex,
Dealing with dark secrets of choices,
Humans are differently wired,
Evil and good aso hidden and well blend…
Well blend that one may take ages,
To learn about the dominant traits,
Disappointments suck,
But dear one, KILL NOT for love.
#NomysArts
Let not the sun set when you have a disagreement PHOTO /NOMYSPICS
The wild is wild,
Serpents and scorpions,
Thorns and poisonous shrubs,
That kill without a blink,
Spreading ill will like an airborne disease..
In the same wild,
Medicinal roots and barks,
Precious game meat,
Bricks of good life,
Are also available in plenty…
Internet like the wild,
Is full of drama and bitterness,
Facades of aspired greatness,
Triggers of doomed depression,
Masks of superb success…
The same internet,
Is a really rich haven too,
Of plenty harvests of knowledge,
Precious people who have serve vast virtues,
People who look not looks but hearts..
Be smart,
Learn the art,
Of picking up the best,
It’s a tricky tough test,
Yet worth a lifetime!
If I were to compare her with a plant,
My choice would be so simple,
She would be a ripe pear tomato.
Curvaceous at the right places,
Symbolic to her great heart,
An attractive sparkling glossy skin,
A representation of bubbling character,
Oh! And that spotless red hue,
A replica of her unending affection.
If my lady were a plant,
My choice would be so obvious,
Hybrid variety of the pear tomato.
A crossbreed of the best varieties,
Picking up the dominant positive traits,
For that’s what she’s made of,
A complete package of goodness,
From the physique and the virtues…
If my lady were a plant,
My preference would be one,
The resistant red pear tomato.
Hardy enough to withstand tough times,
Phoenix resilience to rise from the ashes,
And still the preferred variety,
In salad and pickles preparation.
The conspicuous pear tomato, a replica of Her.Photo/Courtesy:www.redwoodbarn.com
If I were to convert her to a plant,
I would settle a unique plant,
The sweet pear tomato.
A precious delicacy,
A favourite flavour,
For that’s what she’s to me,
An all-time delicacy in more than one way,
An only flawless flavour that I wouldn’t trade for the entire universe.
If humans were plants,
I know what I would be interested in,
The multifaceted pear tomato.
Lost in the worlds of fruits and vegetables,
Fruit in formation yet a vegetable in usage,
My Love is such a combination,
Best of both worlds,
And each side claims and desires association with her.
They are all dogs. I wonder why the likes of Josh are even breathing the good air we have. They’re an epitome of irresponsibility, deadbeats who only want to be associated with the successful kids. And yet did nothing, save for planting them.
These are the regular statements easy to spot online. But wait who tells of the good guys? A bunch of men who toil day and night to put food and smiles on the faces of their families? Or don’t they exist and there’s nothing to write about? I was troubled too. And this time, I moved beyond fiction, this is a true account of my fellow scribe, a young father proud of his girls!
Can a student raise a family and be incharge even lands away?
Does distance love hold waters?
Is internet an angel or a demon in parenting?
It all starts in a village, when…
We’re in the famous Nyayo House, waiting. I’m thinking of where the torture chambers are. The line is moving, negligibly. Department Of Immigration attracts a good number of youthful locals, ambitious to drain their brain abroad. Crude. We’re a bunch of patriots, but unwilling to wait for our ‘system ‘ to absorb fully. Daring Abroad is a good eye-opener , thanks to Alex Chamwada, an alumnus of our great university.
I spot a fellow comrade, George Demosh, a lead campaigner in Grace Muchiri’s team, she won with a landslide as our Mama Afya!
” LMC is everywhere, like the HIV virus! What are doing here buddy? ”
We laugh it off, he’s my junior , a year behind in class but body wise, I’m a joke. He hits the gym than he attends lectures!
“When a market for ‘fully packed’ chests opens, I’ll be your agent, I wouldn’t mind a small fee for marketing. ”
“To hell with that! Where are you taking refuge to? This is a goodbye zone. ”
I rant the weird dreams of pursuing my postgraduate degree abroad. Dreams, yet I’m just warming up, in case a door opens. He stares. Reading the frustration, and the deep desperation. I’m just a representative of many of my type.
His case is better, he’s got a real hustle, and his departure is inevitable. Not connected to his training, who let’s a chance slip in name of specialisation?
“You’re lucky man. Go shine, show them that you’re the famous Demosh! ”
He laughs it off. He’s a soft-spoken brat who’s appearance is deceiving. As the line crawls, he opens up.
“I’m not leaving for my sake. My girls need me. ”
“Your girls? You’re leaving the country for girls? ”
His look is serious. He breaks it with the trademark smile.
George manned up to be the provider for his pretty girls, Joyce and Jasmine-MJ even while still in campus. PHOTO/COURTESY :Demosh
“I’m a dad. ”
” Congratulations! ”
As a fellow in those inquisitive language lessons, he knows my silence is a call for details.
“She’s from our neighbouring country, the land of H. E Pombe. We met on her tours in my village. The butterflies in my stomach made me pursue her like what she is, an angel. She left, only to reappear three months later. This time round we knew each other better. And again, she left. Eight months later, I received a call, she was expectant. ”
“Tell me you didn’t fancy ‘jumping it’ as soon as then! ”
“It’s not easy to stomach such a call. I was confused. I knew it from deep my soul that I was responsible. I loved, and still love Joyce. It was during my attachment, hard as it could get. I manned up and tried my best, sending all I could, the elusive coins. ”
“What was the reaction of your family?”
” They knew her. They knew we were dating. I threw hints. I confided into my sister and well… everybody knew of it. Of course you can speculate the reaction!
Before you ask of hers, her mommy said she knew I was a student but expected me to man up as soon as I wound up college. ”
We’re still moving. His story makes the line and the annoyed immigrants nonexistent. It’s however getting hot, and our eyes are glued to the screens, and the noisy machine is still grabbing our attention with ‘ticket number FIVE ZERO ONE FOUR… teller number THIRTEEN… ‘ His ticket is read first and I’m left in his world, fatherhood in college.
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Months, almost an year later, he posts a photo, she’s turning two, the little angel, one of his girls.
” She’s the best gift ever, my daughter. ”
And here goes the scarlet, the angel herself, Mercy Jasmine aka MJ! Isn’t she sparkling? PHOTO /COURTESY :Demosh
We’ve always kept in touch, in matters poetry and books. Actually, even before we knew we were course mates, we met in a writing club, one that moulded our writing and ranting skills.
I hit him up for a top up of what I have, with the request to publicise the good news, that all men are dogs, is a rootless fallacy, skewed and cooked by embittered crafty agents.
“Your advice on men, college dudes who are said to sleep around and run away when knocked with successful goals?”
He puts it with such finesse and finality,
“If you can’t marry her and raise her kids, don’t sleep with her. “
See, he doesn’t leave room for protection, planning and such!
“Your take on impact of technology, parenting, like now, she’s an online darling, courtesy of your post. ”
“Internet is a blessing in this particular case. My mission was to share the information that amid difficulties, school is not an excuse for us men to abandon responsibility. No better platform outshines this in our time. Tell me a better way of keeping the emotion in an archive better than this.”
He reiterates how he met his two girls in TZ, how emotional it was only to leave for a job in UAE shortly. A rare breed of a man, he’s in a distance relationship. Not a rosy one always, he’s managing.
“In true love, commitment is the key. Distance and mistrust fears are excuses.”
There’s a Nairobi in our bushy town. There’s a new mall and among it’s greatest attractions is a barbershop. Having hibernated in the interior throughout the last sixty days thanks to the pocket drought, I looked like a kid staring at the new structure and its ‘nairobiness’ . My curiosity led me to the spacious barbershop with its exquisite interior design, uniformed ladies and boys who had that fake customer care softness and a peculiar demeanour. My kinky hair made a series of blushes amongst the barbers. A super kindness that was irresistible saw me fall for the antics of a young lady, most probably a victim of the pangs of KNEC since amidst her politeness, sadness was evident in her eyes,a regret,a bittersweet feeling of getting a job despite failing/ suspending her youthful dreams. Her touch was numbing as she dressed my neck with a white sheet that made me look like a candidate for circumcision or priesthood in a white robe. Her fingers were soft as she tucked in edges of the sheet in my neck. My attention was awakened when she asked how I wanted my hair trimmed. Ladies have a great way in dragging us astray. My common barber since primary school knew what to do with my hair, so was my college brute. And now the lady was staring at me through the mirror waiting for my instructions while my mind was elsewhere, thinking of her curves, the upper protrusions were tempting, a pair of steep,firm and pointed muscles that were rubbed on my back as I imagined them elsewhere.
She took all the oxygen near my nostrils,, competing for the scarce resource. PHOTO;Courtesy
” Follow the shape of the head and the direction of the hair. Do a simple haircut, simply smart.” I spat knowing that I sounded stupidly blunt. She must have got my message, do what you deem fit, you are in charge. Her sly smile told it all. She took the machine, treated it,tested it on her hairless chin and convinced it was fine, she started working on my head both in and on…
She expertly worked on my heads both in and on….
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BREAKING LOOSE
The outcome of the service was awesome. My bus shaped head had it’s maiden shave by a lady. It was like the proverbial stone, it hit two birds at the same time and a bard too. It took the longest time ever,to shave, share, flatter and change contacts. Caution slipped cautiously and ease was gained in a short while. ” What do you do for a living? ” she asked on noting that words were hiding in the eyes and the pretentious smile. What do I do for a living? An off guard query, a mask to start a conversation and a proof of interest. ” Well, I’m a wordsmith, I weave words for a living. Eating keeps me moving too.” She smiled,seeking clarity. I overlooked that and shifted her attention elsewhere. “So what’s your name on Facebook?” She took the blow dryer ( that gun like noise making machine) to blow away the remnants of her work on my head. A rarity in my old barber’s base, his was a fly-whisk that left itching pieces of hair around the neck. She acted busy,carefully following the lines of my side beards,ensuring her nostrils scooped any oxygen near my face,a competition for the resources or maybe a foreshadow of sharing the basic resource. ” I am Prudence Waridi.” She knew her dice, rolled it with amazing brevity and composure. “Wow. No wonder your fragrance,tenderness and conspicuity are easily spotted,oh Mademoiselle La Rosa.” I had to fix the British accent and delay every word for emphasis. The impact couldn’t be any better. “Awe. How much am I paying for that mister weaver bard? “ She was smart, and humorous too. I pitied the skewed assumption and would later apologise for it. The payment part was a loophole she may have not foreseen. ” For you, I’ll charge heavily. What of an hour in the Coffee Shoppe?” She washed my head with excess shampoo. Probably, enjoying the delay of scrubbing and massaging the head. I was almost regretting the outburst when her feminine voice whispered into my ear, ” How did you know I’m single?” The notch was higher. Too fast maybe. At this rate, my M-shwari debt was pestering. “When are we meeting?” That was how her number found it’s way on my contact list. The shave was done. The shape was done. I paid her and as I straightened the collar, she answered. “I’ll text.”
THE DATE
Having the privilege of my attention, she knew how to exploit it. She didn’t call after an hour. She didn’t call after two. She sent a simple message ‘Good night Gentleman’ at six in the evening. Quite early, I thought. It wasn’t. An ice breaker it was,a call for shots. We had a great chat. Nothing in particular, random hide and seek game. Before midnight, we had a date in two days. ######## Learning any sensible lesson is basically out of a mistake. Mine couldn’t be worse. Never let a lady know where you’ll take her in advance. Not that it’s harmful, it is a lifetime disaster especially for a stranger. She had arrived before time, made acquaintances with the surrounding and spread her plan like rice for drying.
Anxiety had me change clothes thrice. Settling for a traditional simple black suit and a white shirt took ages. The excitement led my reason astray. She’s just another one in the list,I dared comfort my mind. But there was something curious, critical and unique about her. She appeared simple though mysterious. Her dress code, a knee-length maroon dress, matching shoes, earrings and a bracelet was a perfect combination of beauty and class. Her minimum makeup, almost similar to the skin was akin to elegance. Thanks to my potatoes’ sale, I had six thousand, five hundred in my pocket,I would have walked away. Money exudes confidence,boldness and manliness in men, the reverse is true.
The restaurant was on the second floor of the mall. It was a spacious room with mirrors and a big flat screen TV. Waridi had chosen the table in a corner. She was sipping passion juice as I entered. She stood, revealing her curves,tempting than the devil. There was no regret, she was worth the while. Her hug and peck sent shivers across my nerves. She whispered, “you’ll get more, let’s eat, then you’ll eat me.” She said pointing to her heaving chest. ##### I left the hotel a few minutes to seven. I could be dead,I was alive. My black suit was absent, so was my wallet and shoes. Luckily, the hotel room had slippers and my briefs were not so brief. She was kind enough to leave my phone, IDs and a hundred bob. There was a text message, ” I will explain later, love you.”
From the archives ,14 January 2017. Also available on blogspot account of the same author…
The evening is sunny. Hot, too bright that it is best countered by funny wrinkled faces. The little scientific memories of a cat’s enlarged pupils in darkness and reduced ones in bright light hits the head. I feel like a genius. The biology teacher took the whole lesson to explain such a simple idea! That ought to be featured in the title, How Surds And Related Concepts Wasted Our Parents Loans For Unnecessary Pain. That provokes another bitter memory, calculating the time a car takes to over take a lorry blah blah… what for?
We’re walking along the Highway, about thirty kilometres off the monstrous spot that eats people during December holidays, Salgaa. Not that we’re that broke, a little time together is the ultimate goal.
She’s on phone, delivering a lecture. Pissed. Her toes must have been crushed by the ‘student ‘. I’m poor in multitasking, so I choose to let her lecture be free of an eavesdrop, and take charge of leading the way, stopping the guzzler riders and walk heroically across the zebra coloured segments of the road. They too can wait for me. Some stare at me (us) impatiently. Cursing. I have my rights, swallow that! My ego is boosted, I feel liberated, like an activist whose pockets are fattened by an NGO. It feels good to intimidate big people , no matter how shortly it may last.
The lecture, is over. My time to be in charge, replace the ‘student’ and be an equal to the lecturer.
” Sorry you had to hear all that. ” She apologizes.
“If only I paid attention! January has ensured all my pockets and bags are empty, I can’t even afford to pay attention. Empty and torn pockets, save for one! ”
” Ha-ha-ha. I would open it if I were you. Where is it? ”
” Did you just say open it? Well, it’s dangling somewhere in a dark shrub, Ling’ondo forest. And suffocating under the heat, balancing the contents like a checked beam balance! ”
Laughter.
” No more talk about your not so empty bag! ”
She concludes the first session, her therapeutic one. We’re in the city centre, our big, well planned city. She enjoys the lanes, and the buildings.
Her name is Trendy. A newcomer, the next child after me, in the working (internship is a serious joke) program. You’re no longer the last born. My mind celebrated when she came. She’s well endowed. Her comic and real linguistic prowess is a magnet. She digests jokes so fast, even the unintentional ones. And that, leaves me no choice , sticking around her, which happens to be mutual. Our biggest sadness is time, elusive like a featherless live bird, or a heavily oiled madman dressed on a birthday suit. She’s new to the town, only aware of her route to and from the workplace.
The day is hot. We walk so slowly , like a pair of tortoises. PHOTO /COURTESY
“The town planner must have been a sober one. Look at the town so well organised, zero congestion, zero dark lanes and traffic moving like a swam of bees. ”
She says admiringly.
“That’s what happens if you take flamingoes for dinner. Order becomes part of you! ” I tease.
“Go away! “she laughs off my well researched explanation.
“Unlike your place, where athletics, more so haste is your cash crop, here we associate ourselves with gracefulness of our fauna, flamingoes and giraffes. Did you know that in our metropolis we have a park, a lake, a crater and a prehistoric site? That’s just a part of what we have, with time, I wouldn’t mind enculturising you! ”
I make use of my phonetics and phonology lessons to make the statement, and sound brilliant (which is foolish!).
“I did little, actually no geography, yet here I am falling in love with your place. I have to review my likes, I can’t afford to miss all that fun. And, well I’m ready to become one of yours, town dwellers. Be my lead, take charge! ”
What’s that last line? I toy with the semantics. Smiling, I respond, giggling like a lice.
“I’ll be your lead my lady, I’ll be in charge even to charge you. ” I make the declaration, an acceptance in a Robinhood’s voice while addressing His Royal Highness.
“I don’t know why that simple duty excites you, but I appreciate. ”
“I’m not excited, I’m besides myself with joy, knowing that my camera will shoot great images. ”
“OH-EM-GEE!”
“What’s up Trendy? ”
“I love photos. ”
“I’m a photographer, by passion, by training. A self-proclaimed nature photographer! ”
A moment of silence.
We’re in the market, speaking all the English and sampling fruits, ignoring the rest of the world, like a couple enjoying the honeymoon in Venus.
” We share a lot. I so love this evening. ”
We share a lot. Laughter, jokes, likes… Save for bed and names! PHOTO /COURTESY
“Yeah. Except bed and names. That will complete the set! ”
“Crude you!” she laughs, patting my shoulder.
“Is crude a synonym to honesty? ”
“It’s getting late. We should hurry up, before my phone starts buzzing like the customer care’s one. My host is so bossy. I’ll leave her place as soon as I can. ”
“I’m yet to take my ice-cold Sprite, and I’m not doing it alone. ”
We enter a joint near the market, save for a few flies near the fries, the place is decent enough for a soda, and a work mate hangout. After all, January can stomach all the blames.
More details. A pair of bibliophiles, a pair of historic movie enthusiasts. An ambitious duo, so much in common. To the bus stop. A goodbye hug. A warm goodbye, the look in our eyes refuse to say the word, goodbye.
The date was a success! She turned up, the girl from the stage, the tuk-tuk mate. She arrived, in her great sway, dressed on her smile, exposing the dimples,the oasis of her beauty.
Her smile and the dimples were her best weapons, to crush his soul. PHOTO/COURTESY
Persistence will give you the desires of your heart. Ryan’s heart danced. The move was big, greater than he imagined. How many fake numbers had he received? How many times were his calls unanswered and chats blue ticked? The goddess of romance was his to toy with, cherish, embrace and maybe…
She came, and on time for that matter! She’s time conscious. She’s honest. She’s reliable. He made a mental list of the virtues.
They sat opposite each other, like rivals in a gambling game, ready to outshine each other. He gave her the merit of choosing the drinks and meals if need arose.
Her appetite was down, so was her charm. Cheering her up proved a futile venture. Amid the breeze on the highest floor of the hotel, on the far end, he made peace with the reality, something was amiss.
“And today your look sombre. Did you fake soberness last time? ” Ryan was concerned. Jolly, his Julie was nothing closer to jolly, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.
” You have no idea! Beyond the facade of nice dresses and smiles I am a wreck. The storm has hit me several times, that I would bump in the world of darkness like a rocket if slightly shaken. ” She admitted, so frankly. This aroused his curiosity, confirming his earlier assumption that she was honest.
Beyond smiles and dresses, she was a wreck, so broken. PHOTO/COURTESY.
Her eyes were red. Her dimples were invisible and her psyche was miles away. She was deep in thoughts and his attempts to cheer her up succeeded on only a single fete, unmasking her eyes. The dark sunglasses had played the facial cover so well, until his persistence saw her show him the real picture.
This was not my expectation. I’m glad she trusts me. Let her open up, I’m a willing buyer, a patient trapper. His thoughts ran as he cautiously stared at her. Assuringly, he said,
“Your secret is safe with me, I’ll keep it next to my admiration for you, strong room of my being. If you mind not, let’s share the burden. Why die along yet there’s a willing ass?”
She smiled exposing the dimples he so loved. Not one to miss the joke, she lightened up,
“A willing what? I should find a whip to move it fast ”
“You’re welcome! What could be more provocative than soft spanks from the lady who rides directly from my dreams? ”
They giggled.
“I had a lover. One who crushed my apple, thanks to my stupid desire for him. He was all I ever desired. I thought he had the keys to my destiny. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Bearded. Athletic. Well fragranced. Great dresser. Little did I pay attention to his character and wants. He’s my brother-in-law.”
Ryan was missing a point. He sought clarity.
” You accused me of keeping the necessary details, you’re worse. ”
She smiled,
“I was a pathway to his destiny. Through me, he got access to my elusive sister, Joyce. They’re having twins, two days old. And I’ve received a call from our caring granny, to help my sister! ”
“Absurd. ”
In a funny face, she continued, her husky voice running a little bit too fast, like a recorded tape.
“Then my vengeance took me to my sister’s boyfriend, who rejected me. He’s called this morning to apologise and explain. I thought it was my time to get my vengeance, we women are good at it. The moralistic brat is joining seminary, lecturing and pestering me to let it go, and forgive the two. ”
“Betrayal is the worst dose to receive, more so from those that you trust. A lover cheating on you with your sister is an insoluble joke. Quite hurty. So what next? Will you confide into your granny why it’s a mockery to even entertain the idea of nursing your… is it nieces or nephews? ”
“Both. A niece and a nephew. I hear they are bouncing tots, taking after their great parents, my chubby sister and my gigantic sporty ex. Beautiful tots! ”
Silence.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever set my eyes on. Only a fool would leave you for the whole world. I would be besides myself with joy to have you in my life. Therefore as a stranger whom you have entrusted your tale with, I have a simple remedy. You’re too smart to revenge, too good to be hurt by a mannerless ambitious loser who took you for a path. Lastly and importantly, let your attraction to one go beyond the physique, virtues are crucial too. You have to move on with your life, like they did. They’re enjoying so much to pleasure to dictate your hapiness. Be incharge, be the queen you were created to be! “
” Tell me how to move on having lost my job and under the nagging whims of the housing agent. I have no means, all I have are tragedies. My sister’s place is an option I’m unwilling to explore. Her and him have been handy in sorting out my needs when I’m out of means. Now I’m out of means and out of them. Tell me, oh mentor how to live without love and means… ”
“And when did you lose your senses? Beauty and brain is all I see in you. Kindly recall sense lest I mechanically fix them. I am here for you, in every step until you get back on your feet. Be strong my queen, I need you smiling to your dynasty, your destiny. How dare you say you have no love yet mine is overflowing your way? Rise up and show the world that your glow can’t be explained in any poem. Queen up! “
Her tears dropped amid the resistance. His wipes had a duty, he cleared the tears. His actions made her weep more, tears of joy. At least she had a friend, maybe a true lover. They stood and for the first time, their heartbeats were close, the bodies had a jigsaw fit. The hands had no hurry to untangle,they secured the two.
They had a jigsaw fit, Jolly and Ryan. PHOTO /COURTESY
His stare was not mistaken. Her grace would make the giraffe hang on the tallest tree. She had a rhythmic sway that was only disturbed by a cool breeze. It was at the bus station. He was alone for minutes, until he saw her. The only vehicles on the Highway were the heavy trucks. He was fearing a PSV boycott. As she approached, his grin was involuntary. A beige fitting dress showed what any ambitious normal young man aspires about. Curves. Firm chest. Hairless lean legs. Flawless chocolate skin. Thinnest long braids in plenty, bundled in a ponytail. And a bonus, a pair of deep dimples.
This is the day, he thought.
“Hello there. ” She greeted, stretching her right hand. She’s inviting me for more than a handshake, lucky boy. He filled the mental gap, a fantasy.
He thought big. There was more to the invitation. PHOTO /COURTESY
He shook the hand delicately, staring into her clear white eyes. He saw her shake a little bit and change the gaze.
” It’s a while since I had and heard such a great voice. I’m so fine, but I’m Ryan. ”
She laughed as he released her hand.
” Witty brat! I’m Jolly. How long have you been waiting? Are we to travel today? ”
“Haha. You’re welcome. I’ll change the //o// in your name with the last vowel in English for my convenience. And on waiting, I’ve been waiting for my blessings forever, I’m glad you’re here in full. Travel together we will if you’re ready and doesn’t mind. ”
She placed her hand on her mouth to hide her amusement, it was too late. He was all over. That was quite a bombard. She should have asked full questions. He was driving her crazy, a bit too fast, unexpectedly.
” No and not yet. I meant to ask about public transport, but I’m happy to be called a blessing however how flattering it is and sounds . ”
As if on a stage, he shifted to a totally different topic.
” Forest Whispers. ”
“What? ”
“Your deodorant. ”
“You’re mad.”
“Imperial Leather- Cussons, Master Perfumers, made in UAE. The fragrance is uniquely Dubai. A great choice for the right impact, just like the one I’m about to make. Am I still mad? ”
She was dumbfounded. He was right. But she thought it was the latest fragrance, uncommon rather. How could he be so specific in details?
” Topic for another day. You use my deo too? It’s too feminine for you or are you a beta man? ” she said licking her lips. His attention shifted to the lips, he licked his too, she blushed.
” You’re funny, kindly top up your balm, Pure And Natural ,Milk And Honey Lip Balm, by Nivea, made in Germany. Will pamper your lips, making their natural freshness retained, making me lick mine as I imagine… ”
She laughed.
Things he fancied, he was ambitious and she walking as she was supposed to. PHOTO/COURTESY
“No more waiting, you’re infectious, I’m curious to know what you smoke to be so aware of my products with such accuracy. And yes, you’re the maddest person I’ve met yet I’m willing to sip your madness. ”
” I refuse your flattery. There’s an approaching tuk-tuk can we ride it? I’m headed to town you? ”
“Yes to both. ”
“You’re crazy. ”
“You’re crazier. ”
The tuk-tuk was empty, save for its rider. They sat at the back, like a couple. Jolly sat at the corner, he sat at the entry. He held her hand,she let him. He sniffed it and made the next discovery.
” Hold Me Tight a Chris Adams body splash. Makes one feel renewed, refreshed, and lifts spirits, a superior fragrance from Paris, France. You’re so anti local products. Are you exotic too? ”
“Right. Wrong. Satisfied? ”
” Not yet. ” she stared, perplexed. Was he a real person? He was too good to be normal. Not one so easy to dismiss. Persistent brute. Annoyingly interesting.
“What next now? ” she tried another shot of dismissal, unsuccessfully.
“Vaseline body lotion, newly released. Intensive Cocoa Glow is the reason behind your yummy skin. It brings out the natural glow. It’s on a curvy brown bottle, made in South Africa , at least that’s African! ”
“Not anymore are you a witch? Tell me what you’re using lest I yell. ”
“Wow! I love the threat. I’m a little demon whose mission apart from getting to town is to get a date after getting a number from you. What am I using, my olfactory and vision. Your face glow is courtesy of Valon for men White Jelly, that ensures that you’re soft and smooth, a Kenyan product at last!”
She turned shook her head unbelievably. She was enjoying the circus. Informative or rather, well informed.
“Darling 4 in 1 Braid Spray, is the product behind your great braids, saving you from itchy scalp, hair breakage , moisture lack and dandruff another local brand, kudos, Kenya tops!”
“You’re so right, yet so economical with the details I want to hear. Who are you for real? I’m interested. ”
“At last we’re on the same page. And I like it, that you’re interested to know me. I am interested to know you more than you can imagine. ”
“We’ll get to town before your mission is fulfilled… ”
“Haha. Details can wait, when I type my number on your gadget and beep mine, we can sip coffee and get to interest each other with our interests, I bet that will be interestingly interesting ! ”
“What makes you so sure that I’ll let you touch my phone or even turn up on your dreamy date? ”
” You need the mystery of your beauty products. Like I need the story behind your husky voice, delicate pronunciation and a great taste of humour.”
They laughed, she handed the phone playfully. Traffic shared a delicacy name, jam….
Let not the sun set when you have a disagreement PHOTO /NOMYSPICS
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The conspicuous pear tomato, a replica of Her.Photo/Courtesy:www.redwoodbarn.com
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