A Kenyan Valentine Story

Valentine has reeled in again.

If I were to describe it, I'd call it a day of empty wallets and spoilt ladies. Men draining themselves to their last penny to please their ever whining girlfriends, fiances and wives.

Okay, today I got up at 5.00 am feeling so cold. I wish she were here.

Jumped into the shower and donned a dark pair of suits. I had to evade the jam. But I did not have a reason for that, I just thought i had to evade it. Off to my rickety Volkswagen.

Gosh! It was a bad day for men especially those on the extreme left of emotional weakness. (Men are emotionally weak, so don't accuse me of infidelity) My secretary was particularly choosy with her wardrobe today. She was clad in a micro-skirt of a clothing. Those legs and hips were killing me. I nearly called her into the office for...Where was I?

There was not much to do in the office. Hmmm... I had postponed everything to tomorrow in favour of daydreaming about that night's roams. It would be great. Of that I was sure. Club hopping...

This day was dragging so slow that I remembered the story of "Sun stand still" in one of those books I read in Sunday school. Had this man cast a spell on the again.... hmmmm..... what was his name? Now when did I last read the Bible? I quickly swept the thoughts of Bibles and standing suns aside. Perhaps in fear. 

But now tomorrow I will be having a huge pile of..... RING!!!

How the phone jerked me into full wakefulness! The sweet voice on the other end was the familiar sweet voice I had grown accustomed to so lately. It was strange I was not thinking of her this 'boring day'. Maybe my secretary had kept me preoccupied enough with that mini-skirt.

What we talked about? Sweet nothings! Only she would be at my place waiting for me.

It was 1 pm already. So I had to take my lunch, as a matter of custom, as I had lost my appetite for food. I had an appetite for her and could not wait. And she would be going back to campus to finish her exams the next day. So I had to make the best of this one night.

The rest of the afternoon dragged on slowly as I sat behind my desk drawing formless lines. I had instructed my secretary to inform all my clients who wanted to see me that I was too busy. Si Ukora! I was truly busy. If you can't refer to thinking about your fiance whole day as being busy, then I don't know what you will term as being busy. So  I was busy thinking and hallucinating about  her. Get it? Right. Her thoughts were like a virus on my bio-information system. Nothing was working properly in-skulls.

I got up and went to the window. My office was on the fourth floor. The thicker I watched the jam got, the more impatient I felt. The roads kept filling up I wondered if I'd really get home.

The alarm finally brought me back into the present. It was 4 pm. I grabbed my coat, bid the secretary (and her pretty face and...I had been aroused enough but very faithful)bye and jumped into my VW. I kicked it into a heavy start and off I was gone. The roads were packed. At 4.25 again Jane called. She was getting impatient and I felt like dumping the VW and running all the way home. I remembered this song "Nimechoka kupiga honi na pii pii...." How does it go?

Finnally I am home and I have to write this before anything else..... a bath, nice meal, some wine, dance, clubbing,....etc yes, etc! It's gonna be a good night.

So until next time Happy valz.