I was devastated. Here I was miles away from home and my chiquittita was nowhere to be found. What do I do now ? I asked myself throwing my hands in the air in resignation. Not wanting to believe how everything was unfolding. I called Boke again, One more time, second time, third, time fourth time and the calls went unanswered. My heart sunk.
I was feeling drowsy as I smiled at my stupidity and staggered to a nearby pub. I needed something strong. Something really strong. This lady waiter smiled at me as I approached a sina taabu on the furthest corner. I forced a smile. Why do people even call it sina taabu and I had so much taabu here. If anything I only sit at the sina taabu when I don’t want company.
I ordered a Serengeti. I drowned it in a matter of minutes and ordered two more. Momentarily staring at my blank phone.
Half way through my drink I saw a whatsapp notification. It was a message from my FWB “uko wapi fuck-boy na simu yako haiendi through?” How could I even tell her I was suffering across border? I wanted to reply but then thought against it. “Hii story hata sitawai ambia mtu.” I said to myself.
It was almost ten thirty . I was drowning my second beer. The waiter looked at me concerned with a concerned face “uko na shida yoyote kaka?” She asked. “niko sawa sister” I responded.
“Inaonekana wee mgeni hapa, umetokea Kenya?” moving even closer
“Ndio, nifika leo” I replied. “shughuli gani?” She asked. “biashara tu”-I replied as I warmed up to her.If only she knew that a nunu brought me this far. “Karibu, Arusha” as she gave a wide smile.
Just then, my phone rung, “hello kaka,naomba msamaha. Nitakuelezea ukija, uko maeneo gani?”- It was Boke on phone. I told him where I was. He instructed me to pick a taxi and meet them at Masai Camp. This is one of the popular clubs in Arusha. At this club you are likely to meet a chick who will engage you in that wapwani Swahili only to turn to her friend and ask , “urona atia? Uyu niahana kugura njohi kana no wana?” Kumbe some chicks from Muchatha came here to try their luck with miners?
I quickly gulped my Serengeti, paid and walked out. I flagged a taxi and headed to Masai Camp. I did not know what to expect. As we pulled over at the parking lot I heard my friend Boke on the Mic. He was performing and his fans were going wild. I walked in and moved closer to the podium. Suddenly, I saw Belinda cut through revelers as she rushed to me with her hands wide open. She looked stunning and her smile shone under the neon lights. We hugged, it was one tight hug. “I thought I could never see you again” she whispered to my ears. “Am finally here hun” , I whispered back. We kissed right there. One deep kiss. Her eyes looked heavy. Was she crying? She smiled as she led me to where they were sitting. Boke saw me. I waved. He waved back and immediately announced zile njaro za wasanii ,
“Steve in the house all the way from Kenya” I lifted hands up like some celeb”. Girls screamed. Belinda held me even tighter. Kumbe ma celeb huskia hivi?
We sat and ordered some more ndugugios. She ordered some Amarula. I ordered a cold Serengeti. Under the deafening music, Belinda explained how Boke dropped his phone in the taxi on their way there. It is only later that the taxi driver saw it and brought it to Boke. I did not have a reason not to believe.
Soon after Boke, joined us. He was done for the night. He wanted to explain what had happened but told him Belinda had already explained. We ordered a few more drinks and enjoyed the night away. Belinda stood to dance, I joined her. Was it not for her insisting, I could not have. I have two left legs. I can’t even dance to save my life. A slow song played. I held her close and moved to the beat, feeling her aroused boobs press against my chest.
Man! This girl can dance. Shy gyrated against my groin arousing Johnny. I could not hold it any more. We needed to leave. Boke called the taxi guy who dropped us at Meru hotel for the night. Fire works awaited.