LOVE STRUCK?

I am seated at the office yawning my Friday away, too hungry to even look up froakuscarpe saldibenetton coralbluescarpe loevenichhut relaxdaysstore chilloutshut gioie-di-gea moorecains fracominaoutlet relaxdaysstore kleankanteentrinkflasche 24hbottle kleankanteentrinkflasche guardianialberto andcamiciesaldi m my PC screen. Normally, I’d be really hyped up but today has this vibe …
Please don’t judge me. I am one of those people who just cannot function properly on an empty stomach.
Yeah, you can roll your eyes all you want and wonder why on earth I won’t get my skinny behind off the seat and get myself food. Pejorative much?

Anyway, I clear my workload then start scrolling through my local drives looking for nothing in particular. Or maybe I am actually looking for something.
Then I stumble upon it. A video of her. See, I am the kind of guy who’ll take random videos and photos of that single person who can single-handedly wreck or psyche up my day. Yep! I am referring to Mystery Lady.

This is just one of those numerous videos I have of her. I smile, plug in my earphones, press lay and lean back.
“Whatchu doing” goes that voice that has an effect more intense than the sight of avocado.
“Whatchu doing” she repeats
“What does it look like I am doing?” I tease, running my left hand into her afro. The hair that for some reason I cannot stop sniffing. Weird? Oh well, I love doing it.
“Whatchu doing?” she asks for the third time.

I ruffle her hair a tad carelessly. She hates it when I mess her hair, but she looks so freakin’ adorable when she’s mad I just can’t help it.

“You know I love your hair, right?”
“Yes” comes the slightly agitated reply. Almost there!
“Skkrrrrrrrrrr!” I screech ruffling her hair even more vigorously.
“Nywele yangu si steel-wool wewe”, she now shoots back with a little anger seeping into her voice, then tries to get my hand out of her mane.

Jackpot! I did it! I got her mad.
But I am not done just yet!
“I love you” I shoot once more
“I love you too” she replies.
“But I love you more” I push further
“I love you most”. She’s not going down without a fight
“I love you more than you love me!”
“Says who?”
“Weh, food imekuja. Twende tukakule”, Alex shouts at me as he taps me on the shoulder. The video got me drifting away. Press pause.
“Utaenda kuona first lady baadae” he adds pointing at the screen African-style.
“Sawa mkubwa nakuja.” I retort, getting my earphones off my ears, take one look at the frozen face on my screen and minimise the tab.

I really miss her!!