Damn! My hands were sweaty as I reached for my wallet. I was not thinking straight. I pulled a 1k note and handed to the cashier all this time trying so hard not to throw another glance at my newly found alluring princess. I even forgot to pick the balance. My girlfriend picked as we walked out She wrapped her arms around my right arm and asked “are you ok?” I stammered something to the effect that I was just exhausted from a busy morning at work. I made one more stealth look at princess trouble as she disappeared around the corner.
Where did this temptress come from? Will I ever see her again? What did she write on that note? Have I just been busted? I wondered. I was anxious to dig into my back pocket, get that note and read it’s content. But with my girlfriend around, I could not dare. She is the type that smells mischief from a distance and her hawk eyes make it even worse.
I walked her to the salon and excused myself to leave. I needed to sip something heavy and cool my nerves as I read the note. I got to my favorite drinking joint two streets away along Moi Avenue and ordered a shot of Jack Daniel’s. The waiter went to pick my order. I tapped the table with my fingers and wondered, “Do I read it now? Is someone watching me?” The last time I had this kind of feeling was back in High school when I received my first letter from a high school belle. A letter that had seen me miss supper. A story for another day.
Back to Alluring princess’s note. I looked around just in case my girlfriend had decided to follow me to the pub. I pulled it out of my pocket and alas! There was her phone number. I smiled widely as I run my finger through it. “Pick up the phone. Call her now!” the little guy in my head shouted. “Not now Steve, wacha ufisi. Take it slow” , the other guy reasoned. “Fisi ni fisi tu hata akuwe ni patient ama impatient” The first guy shouted. These guys in my head have never agreed on anything. They are worse than our MPigs. But I get to take a side so they don’t have to throw punches or pour water on each other.
I reached out for my phone and run her number on Trucaller Search. Her name came up. Diana Mosoba was her name. “Mhh beautiful name” I said to myself as I sipped my Jack Daniels. What does she do? I wondered. I searched her name on Linkedin and there was all I needed to know. Her current work place and all.
This charming stranger was taking over my imaginations. I wanted to see her again, I wanted to hold her tight and devour her sweetness; to hold her against the wall and make her shout my name as I dig deep inside her. The thought of it gave me a hard on and my head felt a slight faint.