“I really miss her crazy ass though.” I complain internally, gazing outside the window of the music-blaring Star Bus! Uber, where thou art? Under different circumstances, I’d be bobbing my head to some of that music that never makes sense.
Speaking of making sense, does anyone get the sense in maturity because I honestly don’t! Why do I have to work? Or better still, why isn’t it optional? I’d really love to go back to the days when I’d spend the whole day in a diaper sucking on my thumb, knowing too well what a shriek from my end would do to whoever’s watching me.
“Let praises rise…” chimes my phone, rudely interrupting my (lustful) thoughts. The irony though! But I still fish the darn thing out, and smile immediately I see the caller info.
“Talk to me you sexy thing!” I respond immediately after picking the call.
She chuckles. So damn sexily I can feel pressure mounting on my zipper. “Hey babe, are you in town?” she replies, with that slutty tone she uses on me when she doesn’t feel like taking no for an answer.
My mouth goes dry. All body fluids are headed south! Hell I can feel my eyes going dry too. Goddamit woman! What are you doing to me? 
“Baby, are you there?” she asks, this time with a tinge of concern.
In a bid to find myself, I clear my throat once. Then twice. The first did not suffice. Then I finally manage to mumble some words.
“I’m headed to town sugar. What’s good?”
“ME!” she replies. Okay, she did not shout. It’s the effect those words have on me.
“Oh boy! Tell me where. I’ll be there in a jiffy cherry” I mutter like an overjoyed kid.
“Let me send you my location via WhatsApp”
“Alright baby. I love you”
“I love you too” She replies and terminates the call.
Almost immediately after, I receive a message on WhatsApp. You know from who. But it shows 2 unread messages on my notification tray. All from her. I wonder what the second one is all about. I tap on the notification.
*GULP*
She’s on a roll today! Turns out she had sent me a message earlier on but figured out I was not online hence the call.
The message?
A photo of her looking so darn edible with the caption “Do you want this?”
God! What did I ever do to deserve her wild behind?
But a brother’s got to play cool lest she’ll think I am overly thirsty (which I actually am) , so I “ignore” the trap message and tap on the location she’d sent me. She’s in town alright. Somewhere in the waiting lounge of those long distance coaches within the CBD.
Time check: 1631hrs.
Oh yes! Work hours are no more! So I’ll just get to the office, sign out and leave! This is a matter of urgency.
As we get into the Nairobi CBD, I notice the sky no longer resembles my balls. Dense grey clouds are forming. Heavy downpour impending. But I shall not let anything dampen my mood. Pardon the pun.
So I get to the office, sign out and leave. Not a word to anyone, but I can hear Kev laugh out mischievously as I go past the door.
“Power of the P!” He shouts.
P for Party/Pombe you perverted being!
We (read, “everyone else at the office”) believe that only a party or booze can make one leave the office in such a hurry. But Kevin is just like the rest of you. He knows the exact reason. And he can’t wait to troll me the next day.
“Coming through” I text her and pocket my phone. Can’t wait to see her!
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I’m tearing!!
Do you need stitching? ??