Belinda was disappearing right infront my eyes. I swallowed hard as memories of that short time flooded back. How could I forget that night when we met?, What about all those chats and nudes she had sent?
The bus disappeared around the corner. I swallowed hard. In french they call it kiwaru. Nothing is so frustrating than being too close to hitting a nunu then ichomoke tu hivo.
An idea closed my mind. What about we just meet at Namanga border post? I picked my phone and dialled Belinda. ‘Hi hun, don’t give up yet, am right behind you?’
“for real?!” she asked, sounding excited. “Yes dear, wait for me at the border”. I replied “Okey hun, thanks. I will” she responded as she hanged up.
I rushed to OTC to pick a matatu. One seeing me on the street would have thought am a fire fighter with the way I was rushing. At OTC I found one of those Namanga tu mini- nissans almost full. I jumped in. “si haka kakitu kajae haraka!” I found myself loudly say. “aiye! pesa hapo” Conda rubbled with a masai accent stretching his hand. There goes my two pilsners, I thought as I parted with 500 bob. It better be worth it.
Shortly after, we were off to Namanga. The ride out of town was rather slow to say the least with Mombasa road traffic.
I felt a sigh of relief when we passed Athi-river. I smiled when I remembered Athi-river escapade
with a Luhya girl. A story for another day.
I thought about any nice hotel in Namanga where we could grab a room. The numerous times I have stopped there, I have not seen one. Maybe because I have never exolored that small town. Going all the way to the border for a shag was crazy enough. Why don’t I make it even more adventurous? I gave it some thought and changed my mind. Arusha is more fun. Let’s go there dick.
I texted Belinda ” Guess what hun, tonight we experience Arusha nightlife?’ She replied with a smiley emoji followed by that ka shy monkey. ‘perfect hun.Aren’t we just two mental cases?’.She followed.
I immediately called my Arusha guy, Boke. He is my call guy in Tanzania and will always go out of his way whenever I visit Arusha to just make it great. He is a musician with a local band.
Ring! Ring! Ring! “Hello, vipi ndugu?” I heard Boke’s voice from the other end.
“poa mchizi wangu” I responded. Mwanaume ni kujifanya mswahili. I didn’t have much credit and went so straight to the point. “ingia whatsapp” I continued. “poa bro” and hanged up.
I WhatsApped and let him know I was on my way and that chiquittita was on her way there. I requested him to get us a nice hotel and pick Belinda at the bus stop once she got there. He is a cooperative guy. I texted Belinda ” Hey hun, from Namanga just proceed to Arusha….Call this guy……..when you get there. I am right behind. “Okey hun, see yah soon” she replied.