The Rebound Game

Two

With lack of new updates to review, I decide to keep up with what the rest of my uni class of 2016 has been up to. Some would call it stalking but I prefer to use the term intensive research to get useful information supported with evidence.

 I start with the queen bee Leah Adams whose modeling career is at it's peak. She is currently in South Sudan. I see that she posted a picture five minutes ago clad in a white UNICEF T-shirt and a pair of fitting jungle green pants.

 The caption reads: An afternoon with these eleven year old kids whose thirst for education is unmatched. Studying under a tree and not enough books to read, they push on with the undying hope that they will become the doctors, engineers and politicians of our next generation. The schools in the area are only assigned with three teachers per institution and brighter students volunteer to teach the lower grades. Clearly, the youngsters' yearn for education runs deep. Thank you UNICEF for making me a part of this journey to touch a child's life.

Hmm. Who knew Leah had a generous bone in her toned body, thanks UNICEF. Well, lets check out her left finger if Ryan proposed. I zoom the picture but can't seem to get a better vision because she is holding a school bag possibly one of the many presents to the needy school children. Surely if she was engaged the internet would be in frenzy. I wouldn't miss congratulatory messages on her Insta and Face book posts.

Even Jessica would call me in her shrill voice in the morning to inform me that my ex best friend is getting married on top of a successful career to ruin my day.
     
 She is pure evil.
   
  I type Celeste Njeri on the search section but I don't get to tap search because right then, I receive a new message. Who could be messaging me on Face book when I rarely post, to the point that one would think my account is inactive?

  It has to be one of those persistent Indian men who act as if they are paid to wish you good morning every fucking day .Or who knows, maybe they actually get paid. I am currently jobless and from the look of things, sending Mark Zuckeburg my resume would not be such a bad idea.
   
 With an attractive pay slip, I could wish the millions of users a good morning, good afternoon all the way to good night. Good everything.
   
 I tap on my inbox section and read the text , Kate Edwards, hello from a Christian Bradshaw. He is not someone I know so I do what any sane woman in my shoes would do, visit his profile and gather all the information I can find that would be sure to impress my former psychology professor should I present it in a PowerPoint format.

According to my findings, Christian is a successful architect in Sidney, Australia and in 2017 he climbed Mt.Everest. He has a cute dog named Bruno and has posted a few pictures of him in a recent marathon race for a cancer campaign.

 He has added The Art of War as his favorite book and from his posts, I gather his list of friends cannot be more than a hundred. He gets a maximum of fifteen miserable likes for his pictures.

There are no posts before 2017 but that is the least of my worries.