“You seem new here where are you from?” I asked. “I am from Zambia, just came to visit some friends in Kenya who we minister together with. “ “ I have not been here before, am visiting Kenya for the first time.” She continued. “Welcome to Kenya! ” i said, with that Jeff Koinange voice. She laughed.
We got back to the bus. “ Anyone sitting with you?” I asked. “No, you are welcome to join me” she replied. I sat next to her, and we got chatting. Pretty about everything, from their famous water Victoria falls to president Kaunda name them. This is where my sketchy History and Geography came in handy. Mwanaume ni ujuaji, you know? She told me she was a teacher back in Zambia and was from some crazy denomination. I don’t even remember the name but from what she described they do, it sounded more of a cult. But I really didn’t care. “She told me that a friend who lives in Kangemi was coming coiming to pick her once she got to the city” Inside I was hoping the friend would give up and go home then I would be the good Fisi Samaritan.
The bus, kept developing problems and it seemed we would be getting to the city way past midnight. As others were now complaining, I was quietly celebrating hoping it would even stall, then we be forced to sleep in the bus at the centre of nowhere, then I wiuld have an opportunity to warm this chiquittita whose boobs were alert like twin towers.
True to my hopes the bus stalled just before we got to Athi River. We stayed there for an hour as the mechanic worked on it. Just before I could celebrate it got working and the safari continued. At around eleven we got to the city. I was hungry. Belinda borrowed my phone, pulled a number from her purse and called her Kangemi friend. The friend was still in town having a drink somewhere along Moi Avenue. I cursed. I told her we could grab some chipo at Quality , that 24 hour food outlet, as we waited.
She agreed. The friend called back, I picked and directed her where we were.
Inside I was cursing. How the hell was this chiquittita slipping away just like that?
The guy came, he is one of those guys who spend half of their life in the gym. He was well built. After intros, he joined us and ordered his chipo. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “ there was a serious in my head. “ How the hell do you pay chipo for a chic plus this guy then aponyoke tu hivo?” One devil in my head asked? “Usilipie” another shouted. “Mwanaume ni kutulia na kulipa bill”, another reasoned, “hapa tu ni bonga points” he continued. The meeting in my head heated that I had kunyua maji baridi. The ‘pay the bill’ side won. I paid faking a smile. We exchanged contacts and left for our homes. “I could have swallowed one for the road to drown my sorrow but the only much I had was my fare home. I jumped into the bus which was full of drunkards and went home a sad dick.
“Hey, I hope you got home safe. We are now home. Goodnight. Let’s keep in touch tomorrow” a message slid in my inbox. I replied almost immediately,
“Am home too. Was nice meeting you. Have a good night. We’ll talk tomorrow”