Do you ever look at the person you were a few years ago and just have a good long laugh about it? Cause I do. Every memory means something to you, that’s why it’s still in your head. Some you long to go back to and make them last longer. Some, not so much. Either way those times once meant something to you and that’s why you remember them.
I remember this one like it was yesterday, probably because it was. I was still in college; young, vibrant with that overzealous go-getter attitude and still with a clear vision of a tolerable future. As a relatively noticeable tall girl in her twenties, I had to ignore the constant and very annoying ‘pssts’ as I walked to and from campus everyday until I met him.
Tall, dark, slightly built, confident young man, minding his business at the bus terminus, scrolling through his Infinix, a small smile forming on his full, symmetrical but slightly dry lips. I wished he would ‘psst’ me as I walked past him to board Brainfreeze, the newest nganya in town. He didn’t.
After securing a window seat at the back of the bus, I took out my phone to text my best friend all about the stranger who just straight up swept my feet of the dusty ground. I felt someone sit next to me and silently hoped I did not know them. In the middle of a very excited text describing all the naughty things I would have done to the hot stranger, my neighbor passenger said Hello.
With a quick ‘hey’ response I brushed him off and went back to the erotica I was writing to my friend. An uneasy air floated over me as I felt someone’s eyes on my phone screen. Pissed, I put on my angry face and turned to face the intruder. Let’s just say he might have been confused by the look he saw; my eyes slowly opened fully wide, my lips part, my breathing stopped completely for five seconds and a tinge of the anger still hung around. It was him! Tall dark stranger that I was just texting about.
‘Are you okay?’He asked.
‘Yes.. I er.. I’m okay,’ I heard myself say.
‘You look a little.. shocked,’ he said, looking me straight into my eyes. That topped the confusion that was already pretty existent.
‘No, it’s er..,’ I did not know what to say, what do you say to a person this perfect, with a voice so deep and eyes so dreamy? ‘It’s just kinda hot.’ I said. What? Hot? Why did I say that? He smiled and went on with a whole lot of stories that I did not hear, partly because I was fantasizing about a whole life with him and partly because of the deafening music in the nganya.
This went on until I heard the conductor shout ‘mwisho mwisho mwisho,’ in town. As everyone started to get off, I prayed that he would take my number, so that this would not end here. He stood up, shook my hand and bid me goodbye. Najua tutakutana tena. He said and with that, left me stranded inside my head.
I reached into my bag to text my friend how I just let the perfect guy go and- no phone anywhere! I emptied all my pockets now at the verge of a panic attack. It now hit me, how lost I was when Mr Right was giving me the story of his life.
Not knowing how to react, I got off the bus and decided to keep myself busy with what had brought me to town in the first place. It is said, everything that happens happens for a reason. The reason here was pretty clear; STRANGER DANGER! I hope I learned my lesson.