Hessy. My fairy tale.

Chapter Two

The rest of the term was a beautiful mess. I found myself daydreaming in class or dream walking through my daily activities. The more I thought about my handsome stranger, the more I got confused. I was glad we were finally going home for a short holiday after the remedial. Finally I had the opportunity to think clearly and come up with the right decision. The right decision was obviously the hardest to make. I had to let him go. Oh so you think that was the easy way out because I get to continue with my life as it was? Yes! It was easy. I know. I wouldn't feel the need to impress someone or live with the constant fear of rejection or unfulfilled expectations. I also wanted to get the same experience as my friends. I wanted to be able to talk about boys and silly things that they said. It was not easy to look at those beautiful eyes when I press the unfriend button. Well, I will just not look at them. Or so I thought.

"Wow, he is a prideful one"! "Say what now"? I hadn't realized I was thinking out loud. How could I? He hadn't texted or liked any of my posts! "What are you thinking about, Dani"? My aunt was still waiting for an explanation about my outburst. "It's Jeff Koinange. Can you believe he can't speak Swahili"? It was the only excuse I could think of at the top of my head. Jeff is a media personality in Kenya. He had worked earlier at CNN. He wasn't prideful, contrast to popular opinion, but I couldn't tell me aunt that the guy I couldn't wait to get home to delete from my life didn't even like my post with a thousand likes! "Well, he must have been stepping on your toes". She didn't buy it. I could tell from the way she looked at me then back to her laptop. I had arrived home from school the previous day and I was too tired to look up anything.

Hannah was calling. She was the kind of friend you never answer their call in front of an audience. I started upstairs when Nancy joined me. She was in the kitchen when I was talking to my aunt. Nancy was not the kind of person that let things sly. She was a divorced mother with three kids, therefore plenty of experience. She also wasn't shy to share her story no matter the topic, without coating. "Acha twende ivo nikunje nguo". I rushed on before the call died, till I was on the hallway to my room.

"Hello, sasa kamdame"? Hannah started.

"Niko poa my dear, what's up?"

"Mi nko smart Sana. So ile story aje"?

"Story Gani sasa"? I knew where this was heading but I wouldnt take the lead.

"You have deleted the guy, haven't you"? It was bait. She knew I wouldn't do it she just wanted me to lie so she could have the last laugh. "Nope. Ndio nlikuwa online ukacall". I turned the entire thing on its head. "Sasawa, mi kitu naeza kushow usimtoe. Give it a try and see where it goes". I liked Hannah. I loved her spirit. I loved her advice too but I wasn't her. I was here to revenge. I would wait until the day he liked a post or sent a text, then I would leave him hanging, or better yet, delete him. "I will think about it. So, when are you coming to visit?" my aunt was fond of her and her stories. "Acha ntakushow, mathe ako na mafeelings nyingi. We ntakuambia". I knew how her mother viewed us. The rich people that took advantage of the poor. She had always disapproved our friendship. I wouldn't blame her. This was exactly what the society was like. The rich took advantage of the poor while the poor blamed everything on the rich. She had even warned Hannah that we, 'the three rich friends", would sacrifice her to the Illuminati or the devil for continued wellness and riches. That was extreme but sad at its best. Yet, what could we do or say? She was our friend's mother and we respected her. I just hoped that her ignorance would pass. One-day.

"Well then, I will inform you of my progress and don't take too long. We miss you here". Nancy was waiting at my bedroom door. I had gone right to the balcony while on call. "Sasawa, you make sure you have fun before deleting the guy, and unitumie kapicha yawa". I understood her. The guy's photo was the key to your girls approving or disapproving your catch. "I will send you dear". She hung up. I went back online to see if I could get a picture of him from his page. It was private! "What"?! I scrolled about for any way I could find a picture for my friends to judge. I couldn't, unless I sent him a request. "No! Not me. Not even in my dreams". Nancy was coming towards me am sure she was curious about what went on downstairs. "May I could use a confidant right now". I thought putting my phone back in my back pocket.