Three women later but nothing to show for it

By Eric Mariwa

When we got to Samantha’s room that night, I lustfully looked at her as she undressed before she urged me to join her in the bathroom for a hot shower. I declined, but not for not wanting. I told her the company had organised team-building activities early the next morning so I needed to leave, but in truth that was a ruse as experience had taught me that with Samantha, things could go awry.

Moments later, she emerged looking revitalised. We spoke for a few minutes then I excused myself. Against my persuasion, she escorted me back the path that lead to my tent.

I sauntered off after a goodnight hug and a peck from her. She stood there and watched me disappear into the night. I guess she thought I would turn back, but nothing was going to dissuade my feet from walking in the direction of my tent.

I found Laetitia sound asleep. I tucked myself besides her with my head full of reflection and regrets. Three women in the Serengeti and nothing to show for it. In truth, I was hanging on all of them by a thread. A snip and I would land in a thud.

This was my last night and there was no way I could pull a rabbit of the hat. It was either walk out on Laetitia and sneak off to Samantha’s tent, or try my luck again with Laetitia. While the first remained a better option, I knew Samantha would stick to me like glue and I did not want the embarrassment of that the following morning at breakfast.

The second option was fraught with risks and I dreaded Laetitia screaming that I was raping her. My spirits sank to their lowest and I ebbed away into sleep.

Shrieks of fright piercing the silent night roused me from deep sleep. I could hear footsteps hitting the path by our tent and at first I thought we were invaded by stampeding elephants.

The sounds were coming from the tent next to ours. I heard the woman squeak that safari aunts had invaded the camp. I reached for the spotlight and flashed it across the room. The column of tiny ants with a red tinge clambering up the wall was enough warning.

Laetitia let out a deafening yell and, despite my assurances that all was well, she screamed herself hoarse.