I don’t know where to start but I will start here. The tension we get is extreme. We strive to our best but on occasions end up in disparagement other than praise. We are subject to unfair challenges in this world. How do we justify this unfair treatment of the cruel world? How do you react when you realize she was just a mistress and not your fiancée? Do you revenge? Do sit down and suffer? How do you get that emotional satisfaction?
At my comfort
This Saturday I set my foot to a club on Baricho road within Nairobi environs.. This time I was alone simply because I didn’t have company and I crazily wanted to sip something after close to a month of denial. I comforted myself over the counter stools and ordered a drink from Man Maish, a modest counter server who smiles every time and laughs at any joke. Interesting chap he is.
On soothe of my seat and at sip of my drink, a young man in early 28 checks in and sits on the stool next to me. He orders a drink and goes ahead to grab his phone. He starts making this extreme phone call but it’s like he just didn’t manage to get the recipient. He text but no reply s whatsoever.
“Hi I am Mathew,” He breaks the silence. “Kindly can I borrow your phone Sir?”
“Yeah sure,” I replied, he dials and lucky for him the recipient picks up the call.
“Hey Ann it’s me Mathew, look we need to talk” then the she hangs up the phone call. He gives me back my phone and goes ahead to ask with these rigid thoughts that you could tell from his face.
“What would make a lady refuse to talk to you?”
I replied with a blatant respond, “well there many reasons but I think she doesn’t like you.”
“What do you mean she does not like me? She is my fiancée.” He reacts.
“Okay well in that case Mathew, maybe she is pissed with you or it is that time of the month you know,” I respond,
“Okay then,” he answers but from look of things his just not contented with my reply.
This isn’t rocket science so I figured out that it might be another relationship issue. So I ask him “Mathew what’s up?”
“Nothing nothing man am good.” he responds.
You sure you’re good?
Yeah, look I just came to have my drink and drive home. Okay?
“Okay Mathew okay.” I responded.
The problem with men is that we got ego and think we can just sought out our mess every time. This time someone was in for a rude shock (based on my story). We never accept when distressed. Especially if its topic that has to do with a break up.
“Waiter, three absolute shots with lemon please and a bottle of water.” he orders.
“So hey you didn’t tell me your name.”
“Oh I am Franklin but you can call me Frank.” I answer.
“Can I buy you a drink Frank?” He asks.
Yeah sure! I replied. The latter follows with a three first round of beer.
So we start talking on political issue and in no time we find ourselves in the topic of business then family and in no time we end up in relationship. Seems the vodka was taking its course, the guy finally opens up and in no time he starts explaining the whole story.
In brief the guy was left for another man. According to what he told me. Back to my assumption, she does not like you!
Well I must admit am not good in offering solutions so I told him. He got to accept other than live in denial which is the worst thing you can do to yourself.
“Accept? Dude did I just told you that was my fiancée, are you sick?”
“No am not sick Mathew. You see this world is a brutal world, to you she was yours but to her you are not his. This just another double deal issue. It was only a matter of time before it happened. You should have seen the signs man but it’s too late. She is gone! Get real!”
“Okay Frank, so what am I supposed to do?”
Mathew I am not a professional counselor, but if I were you, I got a life, I will move on!”. But again, healing comes with time, so allow yourself time sob then sober up!”
He orders for another round to sum up to nine bottles, six shots and four beers for him.
Poor guy, “Mathew I know this is difficult but you know what, it’s part of life.
The picture contrary to the Character
He picks his phone and shows me the picture of the fiancée,
I did not know I was in for a discourteous shock. The person in picture was Ann.
She is my school mate. Quite chubby, but flat bellied. Light in color. Her hair was a rich shade of mahagony. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips – she seemed the picture of perfection I got to admit. However, that was the just the physical aspect that the eye gets swayed by.
On the other hand, her character spoke quite different of the beautiful and booty full physique. Opportunist, liar, answers to no one, dates and sleeps with multiple partners, focuses on her own interests and happiness only and is very libertine.
“I know her!” I utter in rudely but cautiously.
“You know her?” he asks.
Yeah that’s my school mate.
“Wait a minute, she is not in school she is working.” he responds.
“No Mathew she is in school at Nairobi University, pursuing a degree in economics. She lied to you. She is in evening classes and a very good liar in that case”
“You can’t call her a liar.”
Yes she is a liar and an opportunist! No compromise!
So how do you know that? He asks.
“Because she has dated close to every well good pocket guys I know and gone ahead to ditch them in the institution” This is not a new case here.”
“So you want to imply I have been living in a world of imagination?”
“Well not really. A more close to that. An unrealistic world! How long did the two of you date? I ask.
“For one year.” He answers.
“Year and already engaged? I ask in a foul way? Wait and how did you get engaged? Did she accept the engagement ring?
How did the two of you meet? I ask discreetly.
You see I was posted in Nairobi for my job; I came to search for a house in Ngummo. So I stopped by Kenyatta market to have my lunch. As I had my lunch she came over ordered and sat directly opposite of me. So I broke a conversation and that’s how I knew her. In short while, I knew her and after clearing, we set out together in such of the house. Finally I was able to locate one house and after a week I moved in. Two weeks later we organized a date and a month later we already began seeing each other.
“Go ahead I am listening.” I replied.
“So we have been dating since last year. And we I have been through a lot but I keep hoping that one day we will be able to sought our differences and settle down.”
“Your first love?” I inquire.
“Yes!” He retorts.
I look at my watch and it’s two in the morning.
“Okay. Well Mathew this sounds more interesting than I actually thought it would be. We need humble time and talk this issue out and clearly. We need to organize something somewhere.” I answer.
“One more drinks chief.” Then he goes ahead to order Man Maish for another final round.
“No thank you. Spare it for our next chat.” I counter.
“Well if you insist, then okay we will catch up sometime. However can I have your number?
“Sure.” I respond.
I gave him my number then we all left the club at around two thirty in the morning.
I had to cut short the entire conversation. Because of three main reasons,
One there are rumors that Ann was a HIV infected, yet Mathew already told me they had “made out on many occasions”
Two, because I didn’t know where to start in telling him the shocker!
Three, he was highly intoxicated. So he might not believe or take serious what I had in mind.
Catch up for episode 2 on how I went about breaking the news!