It was a simple Facebook friend request. I could have ignored it and continued with my daily activities. She had a mutual friend. Something kept gnawing the depths of my brains. Was she of whom Kelly kept praising her effeminate beauty, a congenial lass whose countenance bore an elixir to a dry-balled like me?
I have few Facebook friends thanks to my old-fashioned beliefs of knowing persons you interact with in social medias. I scrutinized her photo and almost died with pleasure. She was indubitably an angel. So it came naturally that i accepted her friend request.
Binti Kazuri. A quick scan on her profile page revealed 60 friends, student at University of Nairobi, works at Gliuntelle Fashions.
She inboxed: Yu luk like a reasonable chap, mind coffee?
My heart exploded with desire. Reasonable? I wanted to tell her i was more than that; a man full of fervor, extreem doughty in principles and ethos, a certitude erudite with business acumen and power of gab despite my lean cadaverous body features.
Yes, i would meet her for coffee and show her all my qualities.She had added magnesium in my incendiary emotions. I could visualize her writings as dulcet tones caressing my ears and coaxing me to be complaisant with her every desire.
The day arrived and the appointed time crawled at a snail's pace as if taunting my impatience to meet Binti Kazuri. The whole day my mind was plagued with her pleasant impression of ivory complexion, dreamy eyes and a body pulsing with youth and vitality. This meeting was fate implied, i thought, cementing my belief that the acquaintanceship would produce something permanent, not transitory.
At exactly 1, I spend off from office at View Park towers to Nakumatt Lifestyle, the strategic meeting place as my heart pounded with the walls of my chest with inebriated vigor due to anticipation. I would be in black pants, blue shirt and brown suedes, i naturally lied.
Standing there for over ten minutes gave me jitters and the worst of probabilities attacked my timid mind. had she thought otherwise, ditched me without even meeting me or there was a passenger-jam? Time was ebbing so i whipped out my cell and called her. Then for the longest two-minutes of my whole life i survived a catatonic trance.
A lady...ok, a feminine creature next to me received the call and you can guess it right, she answered it.
Feminine creature: I've been here at Lifestyle for the past 10 minutes waiting for you...kwani uko wapi?
My tongue turned into a sand paper, no saliva to gel it, just an ugly catarrh blocking my wind-pipe. Was she the Binti Kazuri? Oh no, i groaned loudly and my bowels almost gave out with disappointment. For the first time i appreciated the power of blue-tooth gadgets. I tried all my best to act normal and discreetly return the cell back to the pocket but it was too late. She had seen me.
My heart literally bled with confusion. Before me stood the perfect contrast to an image on her wall-page in Facebook. I shook my head, pinched my nose and willed, strongly, for a sign or something, a miracle, anything to assure me that i was dreaming.
Feminine Creature: John, here you are...(arms flaring wildly for a hug). It is not sensible to keep a lady waiting!
I groaned heavily. Then robotic-ally explained to her my pressed schedule at the office and desire to re-arrange the rendezvous. She was impressed with it. As i headed back to the office, still reeling with shock and disbelief, i blocked her number and eventually her FB profile.
That's why, my dear friend, i usually have phobia for friend requests. Especially from ladies with very beautiful photos.
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