Friday Diary

“I am trying to share a piece of sweet with B just to show how romantic I am but she ends up biting my lower lip instead.”

So it’s another Friday, and I wake up so late astounded by the obtrusive sun rays penetrating my curtains. I prim trying to unsuccessfully suppress a yawn and gaze through the window just to see how high the sun has risen. Groggily, I stagger towards the table and reach for my notebook. There is no much time left. It’s already 9 o’clock and my radio show was slated for 10 o’clock. Damn! I quick-surf the net to update myself with the day’s news, log in to twitter just to see what the trends are and finally facebook after checking out a few socialites’ just uploaded photos on instagaram.

Nothing irks my boss like getting late to work. I am already imagining him scolding me with his eyes looking above his sagging spectacles.I cluck-cluck through the security check at the office entrance and hurriedly take the stairs. By the time I am done with the fleet of stairs, I am punting like a hunter dog. I quickly sign in at the reception and at exactly 10am the studio door is shutting behind me. Wow! That saves me from my boss's summons.


Thanks to Shabaan, the host whose show was closing. He had done me great favor by ensuring a play list. That gives me enough time to relax and get myself composed.  After news I run a few commercials and a few more songs before signing in and opening for the phone-ins and there I am, sharing my escapade with the audience. Before long they are all giving their share of stories of worst moments at work. I end up having my tea during the music interludes and for the rest of the 3 hours it turns out a total bliss. I just multi-tasked, ain’t I a better man?

By the time I am closing my show I get a text from Betty, she is still persisting her cousin B, as in, Belinda needs to meet me. B is a perfect definition of beauty; she is tall, with a long face and well crafted chins, round, big and white eyes. Her curves so noticeable and her hair one that makes me appreciate her maker. I will not describe her lips though; Team Mafisi might just want to find her. What would make such a pretty lady want to meet a guy so desperately that she can’t even go about her duties? Obsession, that’s what. I can’t turn her down. She got some group work to attend to but here she is accompanying me to the finance department of our institution. I keep apologizing for keeping her in the queue but each time I do she touches my chin with her soft hands, looks straight in to my eyes and say, “its okay, I don’t mind.”

I am now feeling so thirsty and B quickly offers to serve me water in her hostel. Given the proximity I willingly give in. I didn’t tell you, B is a fine art student at Kenyatta University and her drawing skills are incredible. Not to mention her creativity. On coming in, am fascinated by her pieces. She guides me through them explaining each eloquently. I have to admit there was one montage that would have drained my wallet account had it been on offer. It was made of recycled materials and depicted the digital age students’ behavior. B is quite gifted. I guess those long fingers were custom made for art.

As my eyes wander about the room I stumble upon B absent mindedly casting a furtive stare at me. I wonder what she is thinking but quickly divert her attention by making some comments on a piece of artwork. At this point I am now sure I tickle B’s fancy. She can’t hide it any more. She then draws closer and impliedly suggests a hug. I told you B is such a pretty lass, I can’t hesitate. Before I know it I am tight on her, her left hand grabbing my shirt and the right one steadily holding around my neck. I had just landed my lips on hers.

We quickly park B’s stuff and there we are heading to Betty’s crib in Roysambu. We get rained on a bit as we do about half kilometers walk from the bus terminus. I keep in with B for about 2 hrs and we try playing out our fantasies but it goes wrong. Well, this is it. I am trying to share a piece of sweet with B on a kiss just to show how romantic I am but B ends up biting my lower lip. She was an amateur in this. To my surprise, instead of being sorry she found it so amusing and burst out so loud laughing at the incident. My goodness! So, am left wiping out the blood with serviettes. B can’t help but laugh more.

It is now approaching 8 o’clock and I have to catch up with Dj Nemy for a house party. Dj Nemy is my neighbor, so it is as good as going back home. So I have to pass by my place, take supper and punctuate with my Malaria medication before joining Dj Nemy. Quite a nice bash it turns out, save for me making a deadly mistake to drink alcohol while on medication. I forget, this interloper who work-studies at USIU is a pain in the A**. Well, she is a public relations person (she claims) but her own is wanting. How do you barge in to a party with other two misdemeanant dudes in tow?  I got an aversion to such.   I don’t want to explain much but all I know, throughout the next day I get bed ridden quite intoxicated and feeling great fever. Never do alcohol when on medication. For a moment I thought the curtains would call. But that was Friday for me.