On Thursday last week, I briefed you on this lady I met at the convinience store (name with-held for security purposes) who happened to wow me. Traditionally, impressing someone of my calibre is arduous, but contrary to this belief of mine;she only needed a smile to induce me to the unexpected. Anyway, the credit is hers. Home is where the heart is, affirmed the colonial masters. Therefore, I planned to revisit the store. I gathered courage, inan iskufuro sidi malin hore taladeyda meehen. I spent almost half an hour moving to and from the dressing mirror. Actually, I went to take a shower for a second time because I felt the deodrant and spray I used wasnt meeting my standards. At last before I bade farewell to my house, I had to go to the girls next door just to seek their comments. Perhaps to avoid raising eye-brows I picked the mirror and asserted, caadi miihi manta, senyelay naya? Bishara, all this time looking at me, was irked by the word naya and protested, maada iga naageysate hoy? You looking qurax manta lakin, she added. I didnt say a word because I was inclined to agree with her. Hadaalki an karabe wan helay, faaqda kale maxa igiliye? Bacdi I left the house and headed to my home. One, two, one, two pap! Nikafika. Fetched out my wallet, which was heavy anyway, and commenced with greetings, Hi! - in Chris Browns accent. She relaxed her cheek muscles and smiled, Hi Mr. I enquired for an item ( you dont need to know which); she peacocked to the shelves and picked it. Nikalipia akanisort na change. Okay. I wasnt interested with item. I wanted to get the ciwan so, I began with asking for items I didnt see around. Abowow mayelo wankaxumahay but wa la kenaya beri dambe, promised the lady. Calaa kuli xaal, we did an intro. I could see her being nervous and perhaps had to wind up the conversation. But before then, I needed the numbers. I would like to reach you and I wouldnt mind if you g... Before I could complete my request, a bearded old man walked in. I stayed put and faked a call. Warya umesema gani? Flavoured ama? Pretending to confirm for what I had been requested to pick. I quickly engaged my brain and a brilliant idea stroke my prefrontal cortex. My profession allows me to carry blue and red pens to everywhere. Therefore, I stood aside to avoid being in contact with the old man who had an Osama-inspired beard, ciwankeyda ayan kuqorey and then wan udhibay. She happened to be clicking my every move. Intelligent deh. Being unlucky on Mondays (save me your lectures), I had to contend with the silver coins because fifty iskutalo aya lawayey otherwise number laan ayan sootage. Apparently, I just received a please call me....not untill Safaricom again reminded me I had settle my Okoa Jahazi debt of KES 346.00....
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 16:29:40 +0000
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