Dejavu

I read that, taking care of a child is like taking care of a drunkard person for the first fourteen years and watch them fight a hangover for the next four years. Come to think about it, that quote somehow makes sense. Well, if that is so, my hangover ran out years I go and I’m experiencing real life. My name is Mark and this is my story.
College was all fun. I mean who couldn’t wait to get out of their parent’s house. Freedom is one underrated right. No one to tell me to do this and that. I can actually stay seated on the chair and glued all day without someone call me to do house chores. Since I was far from home, that was one privilege I wouldn’t misuse at any moment. In this story of mine there are people you need to know. Meet the gang. To begin with is John. John is famous most of you know him. Second, meet Jane. Also Jane is popular. Remember the lady who almost committed suicide, that’s her. Mercy, also a member of the gang. Remember this lady, she plays a crucial role in this story.
John and Jane were since childhood. They both went to the same school. We all met in college and we clicked. Furthermore, we both did same course. John was my roommate. I had met jane before at a wedding. Back in high school, every time there was a function most of us attended due to the ladies. High school was like a landlocked country with strict supervision of moving out of borders. Holidays felt like vacations outside country. Every time you got a chance to meet a lady, no man spared any minute. Teachers always said, “mkienda campus, wasichana wamejaa huko wengi’. They made it sound like paradise. So I guess I made it to paradise.
Weekend was meant for fun. Jane was having a house party to celebrate her birthday. Me and John were the party planners and guest inviters. We had to make it lit. From drinks, guests to playlists. I was the bartender without any argument. Somehow alcohol took long to hit me making me look sober even after so many shots. It’s six in the evening and almost everyone is here. Shots are doing rounds and everyone is having fun. Two hours later and the house is crowded. Back in college, house parties mostly played riddims. Do they still do that? The temperatures are spiking in the house and some of us are outside having a breeze. Conversations are going rounds. This is where I met Mercy. Apparently Mercy is Jane’s neighbour. Some people are in her house too. Mercy was involved in providing utensils and party cups from her house. All night conversations go on. In the morning only me and Mercy were still on. Jane was dead drunk and fell asleep on the floor. John left with a lady to Jane’s bedroom at 2 and I hadn’t seen him since then. The stench from the house was oozing so bad. Me and Mercy were talking and she explained to me how they met with Jane. 9;00 am and the house is empty. It was on both of us to clean it up. Since jane was all wasted.
We all got stories for next week. Me and Mercy, well you can say we became friends since then and she joined the gang. Everytime we went out, she was there. I started developing feelings for her. Worst mistake my heart did. Love is not a mistake, don’t get me wrong but this one was a mistake. The butterflies and staring all happened as usual and soon we were dating. It went for a year. One day I decided to surprise her by visiting, but it turned out I was the one being surprised. I knocked on her door but no one answered and I left. Just before got to the gate I saw her walking and I waited. She wasn’t alone. “Bye babe” mwah!! All that happened before my eyes. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw me. I left wanting no explanation. That was the last time I saw, 4 years ago.
It’s 13th February, 5.00pm. I’m doing an early valentine for my spouse and we’ve been dating for two years now. I buy flowers for her and chocolate on my way to her house. A vehicle passes me and stops in front of the gate to her place. A well-dressed man comes out of the driver seat and heads to the passenger seat to open the door. “What a gentleman” rings in my mind with a smile on my face. Out comes a lady, red dressed with blue, 6-inched heels on her feet. He helps her out of the car and closes the door. He gives the lady a kiss and spanks her as she enters the gate. Did our parents ever do this staff? Do they know what extent their children go to impress their girlfriends? I call my lady to know whether she is around.
“hey babe where are you?”
“I just arrived at home”
“I am outside, please come open the gate”
“okay’
I can hear footsteps coming towards the gate. Wide opens and to my surprise a red dressed lady with a 6-inched heel comes out. It’s my girlfriend. “Not this again”.

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