How I met my first love

5am I board the EMP BUS SACCO headed to work. Yes am a hustler, I grind for that mullah. Inside a matatu early in the morning and late in the evening, is where I get my brain all to myself. So here I was seated, I was the second passenger to board the matatu. I sat pensively, my brain engaged thinking about everything including nothing. The matatu stopped and a lady fine, refined and on point from head to toe gets in and sits next to me. Her perfume alone could sooth you and twist your brains into a million knots. I never raised my eyes to see the face but she looked fabulous and her level of glam was way beyond contemplation.

She shifts her head in my direction and asks me the time. I raise my wrist and look at the watch, a simple Rolex but and I read it out to her, she appreciates the gesture and a conversation is sparked. She hands me a brochure, I gladly take it and read the lead on the top. It was written, ANGELICA’S SPA. I flip the first page and see the offers they have on both genders. She proceeds by saying they offer for both genders and I can come with, if I need to surprise my woman. I blatantly defended my single self and denied the allegations of being in a commitment. She said I could go alone to relieve myself of stress.

So I asked on the specifics of the SPA and she gave me her card. To my surprise she was Angelica. So young and already owning a business. She got me thinking about my life. I acknowledge her accomplishments and she was glad I noticed. The conversation deviated to me asking her about her age and what she is all about. I learnt that she saved up from teenage hood and now her plan to be a business woman was in motion. She barely had her degree and now owned an establishment of her own. I also found out that she had a car, it had moods and broke down, so she took the alternative. Then she got interested in me all over sudden. I gave her the few basics of all am what about. Like am a good rugby player am in my 3rd year of study in Mass Media and Publishing and currently running a small establishment. She gave me her personal contact aside from those in the brochure. Earlier she had been reluctant to tell me her year of study, before her point of drop off, she said, ‘am a 3rd year student of mass communication and we should meet up’. Those were her last words. What followed is her getting off.

The matatu safely got to our destination and the funniest thing happened, she was all I thought about the whole day. Literary the whole day. At the wee hours of the afternoon, I reached deep in my pockets and pulled the card. Took a long look at it and weirdly I found myself trying to sniff it to get her womanly musk back. Weirdly it didn’t reek of paper or its amalgam. It was nicely scented and it took me a whole minute before I dropped it off from my nose. My co-worker got me off the day dream stance I was in, by imitating a woman’s voice. I decided to man up and call her.