Lady Love 3
Me; Why? Any good news?
Her; Lets just meet up and you’ll know. At our usual place.
Me; Okay as you say miss.
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Me; So what’s the hurry all about?
Her; So I tried to ignore the lady but I couldn’t. So last week as I was buying lunch, she passed by the shop and saw me. I had not seen her until I heard someone pat me on the back. She said she recognized me from far. We had a little chat and she wanted me to help her with the assignment. I was really tempted to say no, sure I really, really wanted to say no, but I would have sounded rude.
Me; wait, she asked you to help her with the assignment? Does she know who you are? Or even does she know you copy everything even class work hehehe… (sarcastic laugh)
Her; Idiot, who asked you, do you want to hear what happened or should I leave?
Me; okay continue.
Her; I told her that I would help her, but maybe in the evening when I’m done with my errands. To spice up everything, she asked for my number and she flashed me so I could get her’s too and she promised to call me at seven. So I’m left wondering, when I try to avoid her, the more I bump into her a lot. Could karma be wanting this to happen or what? That evening before even seven hit she called me and we agreed to meet over at her place. So I took my shit and left my house to the enjoyment of roaches and mosquitos. My friend, talk of a clean, fully, furnished house. I mean a full set of leather seats, forty-two inch flat curved sumsang tv, woolen made carpet, huge sony woofer at the corner of the room. She even had a dining table with chairs. What kind of student can afford that? I was welcomed in and she offered me a cup of coffee as I waited for her to get her books.
Me; Do you mind introducing me to her?
Her; Aki wewe ni fisi kabisa.
Me; Kwani kujuana ni vibaya. I just want to know her. Nothing more is intended.
Her; I’ll think about it. So after she got ready she came over to where I was sitted with her books. I don’t think I remember what I was teaching her. I bet my heartbeat was so strong you could see my blouse bump to it. I asked for a glass of water more than five times. I’m so sure I made so many errors in that assignment. There was a time she came over on my side claiming she can’t get how the sum was going about. I felt like grabbing her and just kissing her. Kama mbaya, mbaya. Just by luck, she moved back to her seat. It’s as if she knew what I wanted. Soon we were done with the work. Just as I was about to leave she offered me supper, as her way of appreciation. I agreed to it and she brought me a plate of rice, popularly known as jalof in Nigeria. It got to a point where I couldn’t hold it no more. She was sitted on my right side and I looked straight to her eyes. Talk of eye contact. I moved towards her with my left hand moving towards her head. She pulled herself back, just as got closer, with her eye lashes raised with a look wondering what the hell I was about to do. Just when I was an inch closer to her lips, wide goes the door. This average height, skinny boy walked in. He stood there staring at us. This is where I had to improvise a perfect lie to cover my sinful act. I moved my hand to her hair and pretended to remove something stack to her hair and pretended to shake it out of my finger. The skinny dude was her boyfriend. She ran to his arms and gave him a kiss on his lips. How I wish I was the dude at that moment. I used that queue as my way to leave. We said bye to each other and I closed the door on my way out letting a loud sigh. I felt let down but couldn’t capture the reason why. Was it due to the fact that I didn’t kiss her or that she has a boyfriend?
Me; Do me a favor, next time you get yourself in such a situation call me. I would like to witness the whole thing.
Her; ng’ombe wewe. Tutajua hio time ikifika.
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