I have to admit to myself: this is the longest date I have ever been to. The thirty minutes that have elapsed seem like an eternity. She is rather beautiful; I especially appreciate the envious glances that I am getting from the other customers in the bakery. But am bored: terribly bored!
Apart from the greetings outside her hostel, she has not said a word to me since. I got tired of my monologue somewhere between Jeevanjee Gardens and Moi Avenue. Finally the piece of Black-forest arrives, accompanied by two glasses of thick mango juice.
The ambience of the bakery / pub is quite commendable given the low prices that they charge for food. They even have two flat-screen televisions for football fans. Being one, I decide to concentrate on the Man-u vs. Chelsea game that is going on behind her head. My team Man-u has just slipped a quick one past Peter Cech (Chelsea’s goalkeeper) and my moods are lightened up.
“Why have you been fooling around behind my back?” Becky asks.
“What?” I honestly didn’t hear her question. I shift all my attention to her and notice that she is attacking the cake rather viciously.
“You don’t seem to be in the best of moods.” I comment knowing full well that it is a stupid observation to make.
“Saa hii ndio unaona?” she retorts. “Who is Sophie?”
“Sophie is my classmate. You remember the birthday party I went to last week?” I don’t even get a chance to finish my sentence.
“I know all about your little affair with that Sophie Chic. You though that your tricks at her party would not get me? Well think again!” she lectures pointing her bead-knife at me. I am now getting scared.
“First of all……….” I start before she cuts me off.
“Now I know the reason why you didn’t want me coming to that party. You didn’t want your girlfriend and your Clande at the same place at once. Si ndio?” She keeps pointing the knife at me scaring the hell out of me. I slowly retreat.
“First of all, I invited you and you refused.” I counter her claims, “and secondly all I did with Sophie was dance and I helped her clean up after the party. Who told you all these lies?”
“You don’t even want to know what I know about you right now. You really think am stupid enough to believe your lies?” I make no attempt to answer. “Clean-up!” she contorts her face into a cynical smirk as she says this. “Honestly I can’t even stand you right now. I need space.” She smirks again, picks up her huge handbag and walks away.
I stare at the TV screen dejectedly. The game is about to end and my team is two goals down. And I think I have just been dumped.
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