Cold one

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                 I wasn't sure of how I was going to put this, but here goes. To be honest, I wasn't a big fan of cold showers, but there's a certain encounter that I experienced, changed my perception of it completely. I had almost forgotten about it, till a few weeks past, when someone's daughter mentioned something that made the memories come rushing like soldiers rushing out to battle.  I had been chilling with someone's daughter some weekend, doing some activities here and there, if you know you know, if you don't, forget about it. Hehe. Moments later, as I was scrolling through my phone, I heard her padding softly across the tiled floor — barefoot, towel wrapped carelessly around her, and she had this hint of mischief on her eyes. ā€œUnajua,ā€  she said, voice mellow,  ā€œshowers feel better when shared.ā€ I faced her slowly, not startled — just absorbing the weight of her invitation. She wasn’t smiling. That made it feel less ...

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Wanjiru the Storyteller,

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bring you the continuation.


Normally, how I walk to my place after work is the same as how someone pressed to use the washroom moves. That evening, I kid you not, I walked all the way to my place with a bounce in my step, and giddy like a six-year-old girl.

The way I waited, even after drying off, freshening up, in pajamas munching on something to quiet the hunger pangs. There was no text, not even a missed call in the morning even after dozing off on the bed with the phone in my hand waiting.


The crazy part about adulting is that you do not have time to brood over such things. Preparing and going to work while thoughts were turning in my head on what I had done, or not done, to scare him away.



The day dragged itself slowly, time slowly ticking towards the end of my shift. I had accepted what I saw as reality, that it was, what it was. Coming to terms with it, as they say. Let me tell you, no worse anxiety shakes you up like waiting for someone who you have fallen head over heels for to text or call you.


As I was leaving the workplace after my shift, I checked my phone for a while. Saw that there was a missed call from a new number, and that someone had tried to call me a few times.


You never know who is or was trying to reach you with a new number, perhaps you have won a jackpot, an emergency regarding family, an opportunity to make money, or it may be con artists with their smooth honey laced tongue. I quickly returned the call to check who it was, who was calling me.




Damn damn damn!


Who else could it be other than the handsome guy from the matatu from yesterday evening? You can guess your pretty penny who was happy after hearing the voice from the handsome guy from yesterday from the matatu. 


Before that call, the world seemed gloomy, gray, and dark, but after that call, the world lit up brightly like the, you all remember the,


I see colors, the wonder of colors advert,

from Crown paints,

right?


From that call, one thing led to another thing, which led to another thing, and my fingers are crossed if it goes well, it will progress to another thing with my finger having a wedding ring. 


Let's all wait and see,

shall we?

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