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.
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You wish!
Did you dream about this or is this lady my namesake?
You know very well yesterday, I was at home for most of the day and I never met you when I went out to Bukoto.
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