”Have you ever been in love?” …silence. It was raining in the streets of Kampala. There was this golden evening haze the sun let out that enveloped the city, it was magical, as though the clouds were amicably telling the sun that they can share the space…that it doesn’t have to be ‘either’ ‘or’. Men on bodabodas were hurdled up together in sheds weathering the storm all the while making fun at damsels in distress as it drizzled away. “They are all the same anywhere you go,” I thought to myself. Just close by was a guy going about making Rolex, completely oblivious of the drizzle. He was a jolly chap this one. He would make six chapos at ago on one pan and omlette on another.” Ogamba chi sebo?…dis one is very sweet bambi! should I give you and the madam one each? Straight from the fire, good for this cold sebo!” I looked at Z seated right next to me snuggled up in a black jacket, one that was not so long ago covering me from the cold. She looked indifferent; like it was an unwelcome interruption. “thank you sebo…may be next time,” I said to the guy.
“robbin…I asked you a question…have you ever been in love?”
Fam…I didn’t know what to tell her. There we were, in the rain, in the laid back city of kampala.i was waiting to head back to Kenya and she was waiting for her aunt to pick her up. I sighed. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted her to know that I have been in love from the first day I set eyes on her. I wanted her to know that the world could be ending right there and then but right there with her was where I would want to be.
”yes…I have known the fuzzyness of love.once. a beautiful torturous feeling that one”
“how did you tell her?”
“I didn’t…”
“Do you regret it?”
“no…”
“why not? Are you sure it was love?”
“is love…its still there…and I still have the chance”
“well! Unangoja? Firimbi? Mimi sitapanguza mtu machozi hehe!”
I pondered for a while.
“its you…I have fallen in love with you.”
“ sebo forgive me eh? nothing expresses love like a hot rolex straight off the fire!” this guy! As if on cue. I nodded and he handed us two neatly rolled rolex with serviettes to hold. Our eyes met as I handed her piece to her and she flushed. We ate. Silently.
”nipatie phone yako,”she said, looking up to me. I handed it to her and she started to punch the keys.
“unado?”
“nakupatia number ya MTN, sitakuwa natumia ya saf for a while. I will be in kampala for a week or three.” And then she gave me this warm smile as if to say, ”its about time you confessed! I could see it in your eyes…I feel the same way about you.” or…atleast i hoped thats how she felt.
A toyota harrier came into the bus station and parked a few yards from where we were. that was her ride. She stood up, as if to leave but I held her hand and she sat again.
“sa umesemaje? I just confessed my innards to you and all you gave me was a warm very reassuring smile, but, I am not one to draw conclusions. What is your truth?”
“well robbin, I cant say I didn’t know about how you feel. but, my aunt is already here and she doesn’t like to wait. You have both my numbers now. We will talk about it, I promise. I like you too…a lot. “
Honk! Honk!
We stood up.
“baby steps?” I said, as I drew her in for a hug.
“baby steps!” she said as she gave me a fleeting kiss on my nose. She went into the car and waved as her haunt drove off.
Fam! Have you ever been kissed by someone you love? A crush even? on the nose? sigh! If two wires were tied to my ears, I would have effortlessly given the Ugandan national power grid a run for its money. I was charged. It felt like I was living. Like I now had found purpose.i could write a whole book on “how to find true love”.
“sebo…nice pick dat one. Very beautiful girl!which region does she come from? She looks like a Muchiga. very good women dos ones!”
“kare sebo…she is my muchiga,” i said, as i paid him for the rolex we had eaten.
the journey home was going to be a happy one.
“Zuena nopima nola la kwagala yani….” radio and weasels song churned in my ears from the stereo in the bus.
i checked my phone. there was a message from z.
” 10:32 pm : goodnight you shy sweet thing you…xoxo”
i was headed home for the 2nd term holidays of form 5. our holidays were , on average, 2months long. this meant that i would be around long before Kenyan schools had closed, and long into their new term.
this holiday was different.i was in a relationship!
we soon found out that making calls was expensive. so we would constantly talk on Facebook. our inboxes were filled with sweet nothings and discussions on assignments we had been given for holiday. yes. we were nerds like that.
but the moment of reckoning came when everything just fell apart. it all started with my dad.
my phone rings.
“hello? how are you gentleman?…”
“Dad…i am fine”
“i just got informed by a friend at JAB that you have been selected for a course at Moi University. please check that out, halafu we will talk nikikuja jioni. sawa?”
“sawa…”
that evening, things happened that changed everything. i was, quite literally, put between a rock and a hard place. i had to chose between heading back to Uganda and proceeding with college in Kenya.
of course, i chose continuing with form 5. but, in a family where you are given all your options, their merits and demerits and a day or two to make a choice and “die with it”; i was in for a struggle.
naturally, i shared it with Z.
in the end, i enrolled for campus in Kenya. what i didn’t know was that, it was the end of my relationship with Z.
why? well…she went back to school for another three months, and i wasn’t there. everyone else was.including the Rwandan guys who were baying for her attention.
sadly…with time, any communications i tried to make begun to appear desperate (even for me…hehe).
right now?
well…like i said. she is in India finalizing on Med school.
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that’s it folks….sorry to have burst your bubbles. i have left out a lot that i didn’t feel was necessary. for instance we had had a few arguments here and there over some things. but feel free to comment and share widely, i would be eternally indebted. if you would love to know who Z is, interact with me via whats app on +254789521512….don’t worry…its a business line, so i will reply in due time. thanks and cheers to a good year ahead!
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