Another Catch
It was fun, I loved everything that we did. They made me happy and I made them too. At around 11am, I received a text from Sabrina, the Somali girl I told you about. She was confirming if I was still going to help her with Forex trading. I did not respond to her immediately. I did not want Beatrice and Rita to note that I was texting a lady. You know how ladies behave when you shift attention.
I let Beatrice and Rita leave at their own convenience. Rita left first, for she was already late for work. Beatrice followed almost immediately after she helped me remove sheets from the bed. I replied Sabrina and informed her I was on the way. I took a shower and changed to my Khaki trouser and Levis T-shirt. I took a nduthi (Motorbike) outside the gate and left to meet Sabrina. When I got to their gate I called her, she picked and informed me to wait at their gate. She picked me and we proceeded to their home. Immediately we entered, I was welcomed with 6 smiling lasses. All were of Indian descent. After the unnecessary introduction, I learnt that they were all first year students at Egerton, tackling finance option.
I folded my sleeves and went down to business; tackling Forex trading. A good teacher should first introduce self to the students and give them your contacts. I did exactly that. A phone vibrating in my pocket interrupted my class. I was hardly 30Mins into the lesson. When I removed my phone from the pocket I found it was Rita calling. I excused myself and rushed outside.
'Babe?' Rita started. That word alone brought back so many memories. Memories of love. It was almost a month since we had a conversation like this 'Uko free tuongee?'(Are u free) Rita asked. I affirmed and we spoke at length. Every sentence brought back the memories. Rita had called to invite me to her house in the evening. 'I have a surprise for you, do you mind coming to my place?' Rita requested. I declined with a lame excuse. 'Conrad, forget what happened in the morning' she pleaded. 'Betty will join college next year and we shall enjoy all by ourselves'. I did not want to eat most of the student's time and so I accepted to meet her that evening.
When I finished the lesson the 6 students offered to escort me to the bus stop. 'Kindly be coming over the weekend to coach us, I have loved the way you have simplified the content' One Indian lady requested as we left.
That evening I did not want to pass through Rita's house. I was embarrassed after what had happened that morning. I was embarrassed because I had eaten a hen with its chick simultaneously. I could not imagine how I was going to face them. Yes, I enjoyed but I did not like how Betty soiled the scene. She was new and naïve. I gathered the courage and proceeded to her house.
I texted Rita as I was going up the stair case and she confirmed she was in the house. I proceeded to check on her. When I entered, I got her seated on the coach exhausted. She rose up and hugged me.She also gave me a slight kiss on the left chin, 'mhh have a seat dear' she said as she strained to sit back
'Na umechoka sana leo?' (You look exhausted) I asked. 'Ndio, leo mekua na job mob(I was busy) Wee hujachoka'(You aint tired?) she asked. 'Sio sana'(Not really)
I answered. 'hata sijui ntapika hii samaki saa ngapi? (I dont know what time I will cook this fish) She said. 'Kwani msichana hayuko?' (Where is Beatrice?)I asked looking to the kitchen. I love women yes but food supersedes that.'Msichana alienda kufanya booking na atalala kwa aunt yake mwingine anaishi karibu na hapo'.(Beatrice will sleep at her Aunts place) She confirmed Betty was not sleeping there that night. I was also determined not to sleep.
I decided to help her with cooking. Hope you remember I am very good in the kitchen, the way I am in the other room. I took the fish dipped it cooking oil. I prepared the onions,garlic,onions,coriander and prepared my meal. As the food was cooling I cooked ugali. Minutes later the food was ready and I served.
