Babe
Nudge ...nudge....
You look to your left and realize you that the drop dead gorgeous girl seated next to you has been chirping away for the past 20 minutes. It must be fatigue you tell yourself.
She is now tagging on your collar of your kikoi fabric shirt, tracing the lines of the multi-patterned floral designs with her well manicured fingers, slowly moving down your spine....you can't help but stare at her thick, juicy lips, following each and every muscle movement on her breathtaking face as she leans close to you and says, "let's get going babe"
Out you go, two figures in the night, staggering and giggling all the way to the parking lot.
Damn!
You're too hammered to drive. You fumble with the pockets in your jacket and tumbling down comes your new smartphone, it's screen cracking to pieces! There goes any chance of hailing on of those app cabs.
Better safe than sorry, they said, so you and the lady tip the night guard handsomely, asking him to make sure he keeps an eye on your car for the night. It's been a while but tonight, public transport is the way to go. So you two jump into the matatu across the street.
Once in, she falls into an ungodly slumber on your shoulder. You haven't seen drama till you've been in a swanky Nairobi mat in the wee hours of the morning. You know one of those that has a 200 inch plasma screen & loud music blaring to high heaven? The throw in the mass of humanity trying to talk to each other past the tunes of the latest hits...and that frisky couple in the corner that can't wait to get home🙈 Then there's always those three friends slightly under the influence arguing about why the fare is higher than usual and that random guy who wakes up from his nap every to seconds with a *hic* Are we there yet?! question and when you think you've seen it all, someone pulls out a packet of French fries 🍟, leaving all the other passengers licking their dry lips and this reminds you of the engagement ring you hid under her slice of pizza that she left on the...screeeeech!
All you can hear are screams, pieces of fries are on your face, blood is gushing out your left ear, you can't turn your neck...where is she?
"Babe....babe...ba..."
You look to your left and realize you that the drop dead gorgeous girl seated next to you has been chirping away for the past 20 minutes. It must be fatigue you tell yourself.
She is now tagging on your collar of your kikoi fabric shirt, tracing the lines of the multi-patterned floral designs with her well manicured fingers, slowly moving down your spine....you can't help but stare at her thick, juicy lips, following each and every muscle movement on her breathtaking face as she leans close to you and says, "let's get going babe"
Out you go, two figures in the night, staggering and giggling all the way to the parking lot.
Damn!
You're too hammered to drive. You fumble with the pockets in your jacket and tumbling down comes your new smartphone, it's screen cracking to pieces! There goes any chance of hailing on of those app cabs.
Better safe than sorry, they said, so you and the lady tip the night guard handsomely, asking him to make sure he keeps an eye on your car for the night. It's been a while but tonight, public transport is the way to go. So you two jump into the matatu across the street.
Once in, she falls into an ungodly slumber on your shoulder. You haven't seen drama till you've been in a swanky Nairobi mat in the wee hours of the morning. You know one of those that has a 200 inch plasma screen & loud music blaring to high heaven? The throw in the mass of humanity trying to talk to each other past the tunes of the latest hits...and that frisky couple in the corner that can't wait to get home🙈 Then there's always those three friends slightly under the influence arguing about why the fare is higher than usual and that random guy who wakes up from his nap every to seconds with a *hic* Are we there yet?! question and when you think you've seen it all, someone pulls out a packet of French fries 🍟, leaving all the other passengers licking their dry lips and this reminds you of the engagement ring you hid under her slice of pizza that she left on the...screeeeech!
All you can hear are screams, pieces of fries are on your face, blood is gushing out your left ear, you can't turn your neck...where is she?
"Babe....babe...ba..."
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