Secret Love

”Nipeleke supa nikabuy bika,” my homie pleaded.

”Sawa, twende.” I replied absent minded.

Holes. Njoki Karu’s song was fully playing in my ears. Soft. Calming. Yet troubling. Like the ocean’s water. Serene. Quiet. Yet dangerous. One line stood out the whole time. Oh maybe one day, I will be enough for someone, and that someone is me. My poor, very poor, old soul that found comfort in sad music. Whoever robbed me of lively music should be…never mind. I was walking while my earphones on, only that one part was functioning. No one would have realised.

”Betty!!!!!!” My friend called.

I almost fell into a ditch and broke a leg or a rib. My mind was completely elsewhere. It would have been an embarrassing scene especially because of the loud rowdy Rongai conductors that I had ignored after them blocking my way to the Naivas Supermarket opposite the infamous Afya Centre. I remember one shouting, ”siungeanguka!!!”. He was lucky that it was during one of those ”bad days” when talking to someone would mean losing some of the energy intended to keep me through the long lonely day. My self-control forbade me from uttering words I would regret later. The nerve of his ugly mouth!!!I could not blame him. I apparently looked unapproachable with my milky white plain T-Shirt, uncool blue boyfriend jeans and old school sneakers!!! My pale malnourished skin did nothing to improve the situation. It is what it is!

It was a cold chilly Tuesday. Too cold for my own liking. There was always nothing good about Tuesdays. I had woken up to my face full of ugly terrifying pimples that made me look creepier. What could be more worse than that. I had stayed up all night working on my project that I accidentally failed to save and Kenya power did its thing. And now I had to start all over again. Urrgh. I should have listened to Ted from How I Met Your Mother show when he said, nothing good comes after 2 am, and slept. I could not even face my crush at this point. It would be too embaaaaarrraaasssing. Probably he would get turned off. Or hate me. Or get annoyed. I do not know.Those were the thoughts racing through my mind before the slippery Naivas floor did what it is best at and I fell with a thud on the floor! Another reason to hide my face.

”Miss, Miss, are you okay?” Silence. ”Do you need help getting up?”

Silence. Grave silence.

To be continued…

8 Comments

  1. Abuya Stanly says:

    Should I talkπŸ˜‚

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    1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ it’s allowed…but please, the walls have eyes πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­

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      1. Japanese23 says:

        Malizia kazi mkurugenzi πŸ‘πŸ˜‚

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  2. Daniel Musembi says:

    Lovely 😊, thrilling…
    You’re such a story teller

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Oh well…πŸ˜‚.
      Thank youπŸ€—πŸ€—β€οΈ

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  3. Mutha says:

    One of “Ted Mosby once said”. Nice

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