LAST LUNCH(last installment) And I was right. When we finally sat Nthandas pretty thin lips opened. umh I am leaving for,umh South Africa. A hit by a truck would have been better than that. But here was what muggings said, Wow, thats great! When? On Tuesday. As in the day after tommorrow? Her Pretty and short-haired head nodded. Silence. Kidding me right? Her short haired- head shook. Few heartbreaks later. So whats up in South? Remember Geoff? At that moment,i was in no mood of remebering Geoffs but i found myself nodding. Well,he has found me something to do at ETV. Some lump of something clogged my throat. How long are you staying there,any hope of returning to Malawi? She did not answer me,she just looked away. So umh,that means this your umh last Sunday here? A damn question. Well, thats good news, I shrugged. Yeah good news. A fake smirk. Silence. I looked at her,she looked at her shoes. While I was busy thinking what a romantic hero in a movie would have done were he in my boots,Lucy Nthandas friend called her. Nthanda bade me goodbye rose and joined Lucy. I watched her wave me at me. I found no strength to wave back. As she disappeared,I checked all sides. When I noticed there was nobody watching me,I let the tears roll down my cheeks. At home,my appetite grew wings and learnt flight. At 2pm,I was still awake as any G4s guard. No sleep. Hot coals of sorts were smouldering in my heart. Finally,after several breathing exercises I texted her asking for a parting lunch date. She did not text back and that promoted my worry from flying pan to the fire. Somehow at three,I slept. I was woken up the next morning by a beep. It was the sound of a text arriving in my phone. When I checked,it was from her. And it took me loooong time to finally pluck courage and read her response. No problem, where? You should have seen how a grown up screamed and jumped. A few texts later we settled for an eatery called Papaya. From there on ward,the snail would have moved faster than the minute and hour hands! At the longest last,at exactly two in the afternoon,the two of us sat outside Papaya. She put on a floral blouse and black demin skirt. She looked smashing and I told her so. I on the other hand,put on pink piere cardin shirt and black trousers. A few minutes, a waiter came and we placed orders. She ordered chips and chicken drumsticks and I ordered rice and chicken wings. Excerpt for a white couple to our far left, there were not a lot of eaters so it was safe to talk. Minutes later, the lunch arrived, she blessed the food before we went straight into eating. For the most part of the lunch, we spoke a little. Conversation returned when our plates were halved. After dancing around topics,I finally asked Nthanda one of the questions i had been practising in my moment of brief insomnia last night. Who do you want me to remember you as? No answer. More nibbling at her drumstick. I watched her chew, watched swallow. It was beautiful. Everything about her was always so damn beautiful. Gents first. She pelt the question back to me. What happened to the law of ladies first? She giggled and replied. It has changed five minutes ago now,it is gents first. She giggled, i giggled. Giggling galore. When we sobered up,I heaved a ten tonn sigh and counted mentally to five. Well, There was a knot in my stomach. Those this wont change anything I will say it anyway. She had stopped eating and a drumstick was suspended in the air. She gave that that mother look. That look that ask questions. I was just kidding you, I laughed stupidily but she refused to join me in . Unsmilingly, she just pistoled me with that cut-the-nosense kinda gaze. Do you really wanna know? I asked. Was Apostle Paul Christian? She said. Well,I want you to remember me as a shy boy who loved you but had no courage to tell you. I was surprised by my own words, was it really me speaking or somebody speaking thru me? When I told her that,I expected her to make a scene. Upset the table, throw the food she was eating at me. While still at it scream at me in all manners telling me what a dreamer I was. I was wrong. Two fat tears dripped down her light brown cheeks. Why didnt you tell me all these months we have been together? No answer. My throat was drier than a man in a desert. Why didnt you,Alina? I was scared.. Of what? The pastor? It was now my turn to shake my heard. You. Me? Yeah. You are too beautiful. I was afraid I was not good enough for you.. You know.. I dont.. You see... I dont. Silence Who said I wanted good enough?Who said I wanted Mr Handsome? More tears. More tears. I love you too, Alina and I have
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