The Honey Moon

We are alone at last. I legally possess her. There is nothing to stop me from doing what I’ve always dreamt of doing every night and day. But I cannot bring myself to approach her.

I am watching her as she places three garment bags, a laundry sack and shoe bag for both of us in the wardrobe. I’m watching her as she places a jewelry pouch, cosmetic and toiletry cases on the table next to our bed.

She is wearing an open white dress that suits her shapely figure. She then goes for a long bath.

When she finally comes out, she is in her long pink towel. She sits down and looks at the things she has placed on the table in silence. I decide to go and take a long shower.

“I’m going to hide somewhere. I can’t sleep here with Chris!” she thinks to herself. She opens her suitcase and pulls out a big doll. She carefully puts it under the bed clothes and then she gets out a pair of jeans and t-shirt to put on quickly.

She runs out of the room and looks for a place to sit. She finds a place by the swimming pool and sits down to watch Afrigo band.

When I come back to the room, I am surprised to find the lights off.

There is a moonlight coming through the unshuttered windows.

I do not notice Loretta’s absence until I have entered bed.

I feel excited and scared at the same time.

I stretch out one hand slowly. The feeling I get is so unexpected that I jump up with a start.

It is on my second touch that I realize why the skin is hard and tough. I grab the annoying doll and exclaim, “Tina! What are you doing here in place of my beautiful wife?”

Do My Ladies Think Alike?

She must be in bed by now but I feel like calling her. It is half past midnight. Who calls people at such an odd hour?

“I am failing to sleep. Can’t stop thinking about you.” Read my text message to her.

Sure enough she replied. “Ha, ha, ha. I thought its Ruby you think about all the time. Anyway, good night.”

“You know it is you I love.” Read another.

“Oh, well. We’ve been through this before, Chris.” She replied.

“Goodnight, Sam.”

“Goodnight, Chris. I hope you are not angry. I still value your friendship, you know.”

Just then, a strange thing happened. I received an identical message word for word but this time it was from Ruby and yet she has never met Sam.

I freaked out.

A Great Evening

Interesting lady, pretty, quiet, sweet voice and restful eyes. I never tire of listening to her or watching her shy face.

I enjoy her company.

I want to be with her all the time but she had to go back to her prim and proper house and I to my shabby one.

As I drove her home along that dusty Kisaasi road, I wanted to touch her but she is not mine. I wish she could love me the way I love her. I know she cannot. She will always look at me as her brother. Damn this brotherhood!

I walked her to her door and as we said bye, I wanted to hug her but I chose not to. I did not trust myself to pull away if I did. I could see she wanted to say something but decided against it.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Yes, Chris,” she said. “Thank you for a great evening. Good night.”

“Good night, Sam.”

And I left.

You thought what? I left and that's it.

Ruby & Camila

I thought that by befriending Ruby, Camila’s best friend, I would learn more about Camila and get closer to her. Little did I know that Ruby had a crash on me. For this reason, she had no intention of helping me get closer to her friend.

I discovered this when I realized that Camila was not getting any of my messages sent through her best friend.

When I confronted Ruby about this, she claimed that I had a thing for her too simply because I used to ask her out. Yet on these outings, we were always talking about Camila. In fact Ruby is the one that often began the conversations by asking ‘How is your sweetheart Camila?’ Now, to go around and say that I had a thing for her! Ladies!

Camila and I met yesterday and she accused me of not being serious. That I seemed not to be committed in our relationship and that she is breaking up with me. It turns out that it is because I rarely called or sent her any text messages and did the contrary for Ruby. However, it is Ruby who discouraged me from calling and sending Camila text messages saying that she did not like men who did that.

Now Ruby is encouraging me to go back to Camila and try to persuade her to give me another chance. Much as I still love Camila, I can never go back to a girl who has dumped me. How can I, Chris Baraka, the African King go back to a girl that has decided to leave me? By the time she reached the decision, she must have thought it through and if I went back, she is bound to throw me out again.