“About last night,we need talk about it…”
This text has remained unanswered for two days now. Today might be the third or maybe the day I finally get a response. I am not sure I am ready for my anticipated response but then, I want an explanation; in the very least,I deserve one.
It is a Friday night; the night to unwind from the long, grueling week, the week to catch up with the trending videos on You tube, the night to sit at the balcony and enjoy the cold breeze,watching as the life of night blossoms. The night I wish I could get just a glimpse of the reasons of it’s events.
Exactly five minutes to 9.00pm, I hear a knock on the main door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I ignore it at first but whoever is at the door keeps on knocking,persuant for my attention.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Did my cat go messing around with my neighbor’s lawn? Again? He doesn’t like cats and he rains hell on anyone who dares not to contain their cats from trespassing into his manicured lawn. However, I don’t have a cat, not anymore. My cat Shinny died a month ago from food poisoning which I highly suspect was a planned feline homicide and happen to have a prime suspect in mind. A story for another day. All the same now I am certain that whoever is knocking isn’t filing a complaint for a trespassing cat. Dead cats don’t do that, do they?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“I am coming!” I yell back when the knocking continues. I need to dress up,adequately for whoever is on the other side of the door. It could be my pastor coming to collect tithe and offering. You never know with the men of God nowadays.
At the door is the least expected person and in hand is what I assume is a gift. I heave a sigh of relief and throw away the leso, poorly tied around my waist to cover my barely non existent shorts adorned thighs.
“Hey Jack…you didn’t mention you would pass by,”I say to my impromptu guest, who by now has let himself in.
What I assumed to be a gift is wrapped in an old news paper,the orbituary part to be specific and it takes the shape of a box. Gift wrappings aren’t really a thing and most especially not with Jack. Leave it only to him to wrap gifts in obituaries.
Jack has been my friend for the last 3 years now. He is the literal definition of a nerd and spends half his day reading about the milky way galaxy or how the human brain works but has never touched a page of the bible. If you were to open up his brain,most of it would be full of conspiracy theories and unexplained science.
Is he fun to hang around? Yes of course! Listening to him explain conspiracy theories on the corona virus pandemic has become my new favourite.
Jack showing up is a pleasant surprise. I don’t mind the company but maybe I do the timing. He unwraps the gift to reveal a box with two freshly baked cinnamon cake slices. The smell of cinnamon fills the room and boy, how my brain and I love that smell. He made the cake himself and somehow that buys his redemption from my harsh judgement on wrapping cake in orbituary news paper. Who even does that?
We sit at the balcony,enjoying the breeze of the night,listening to the sound of silence. At the street light across the street is a couple making out in the spotlight, unbothered and existing in their own bubble of oblivion. That must be what is called love. Ama hii ni Nairobi yule anakupea pia ananipea…

We sit in silence, letting the sweet taste linger a little on our tongues as the smell of of cinnamon is teasingly swifted past our nostrils by the wind. At this time and moment, everything is calm.
The silence soon protracts to awkwardness. What did he want to say? There must have been something. He knows I love cinnamon cakes but he didn’t just come to bring me cake,did he?

“Ummmh so….” I break the silence hoping that he picks on my hint and pours his heart out. Did he discover the 4th law of motion and doesn’t really know how to explain the physics to me? He is not the silent type so obviously his silence makes my mind go into over drive.
Holy crap! Did his car breakdown? Again? This boy loves his machine more than he loves himself. Boys and their toys.

“Oh my God,did Big man breakdown again?” I ask hoping that maybe the mention of his big man( a black mazda CX -05) will trigger him to open his mouth and talk.
An emotion crosses his face,slow enough to be noticed but then quickly fades before I can decipher what it was.
A split second later,I am engulfed in a strong pair of arms and a demonically passionate kiss threatens to turn me cyanotic. It takes a moment for my mushed up brain to catch up with whatever the heck is happening but before it does, he kisses my forehead and stands up to leave.

“My big man is okay,” he says and leaves, slowly shutting the door behind him.

“About last night,we need talk about it..”

I am yet to get a reply.

…continued: About last night II here

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Heeeey guys

Hope you enjoyed this

^Faith❤