She was walking towards us,,,,,her walking was slow that I had to ask Peter, "is she sick?" Peter looked at me and I could sense the sarcasm of my words, "why are you asking me?" Peter's mouth lacked the patience of not revealing, what he was holding back to spit out, that question was so full of fury. He felt like I was mockingly asking to annoy him after our immediate conversation.
"I thought it is your woman," I couldn't stop nudging him to express anger, "you know what we are not talking about this again?" Peter said taking a little step ahead from where we were standing, "okay, no problem," I replied raising my ahead to show him how not concerned I was not to talk about their sugar mamas but deep down, I felt I knew chapter of my life had been opened,,, knowing that my best friend, was having affairs with old women just for money oh I felt like I should just open the good book and read to him starting from genesis to revelation,,, and tell to his face you are going to hell, maybe Jackson was right I was so judgemental.
"Hey guy I think I know this lady," Peter said tapping my shoulder,"I knew it!" "You knew what!?" "Have you slept with this one too," "Levi, what is wrong with you,," "hello little pretty boys," she had already approached us and distracted our little beautiful argument, "hello," we said in unison,,, smiling, with a little wave. Actually my smile was at most a fake,"I know that your smile is fake," Peter grinned slowly at my ear, "how did you know," I whispered back at his ear, as I continued with fake smiling.
"How can we be of help ma," I asked bending my knee in respect, of my elder, "oh so I want to park my car but it has been a little difficult for me to do so I was hoping you boys if you could lend a hand please," I looked at her as she spoke smiling and felt like my heart had gone quest of a single dignity, I asked myself what was keeping me from saying no to this woman,, and insult her and just walk away without regrets, I felt like there kind were the ones who were encouraging us youths to live in immorality.
They were the ones who were to come to us with their words of wisdom but they accepted our dumbness at their doorsteps and embraced it.
"Ma I will help you," Peter said after of course judging that I couldn't drive of course I don't have taste for good things like them why should I help the woman to park, actually fun fact I didn't know how to drive."but before I do that ma," Peter continued," I feel like I have met you somewhere before," "hihihihi, can you just go and park the car for the old lady please, and stop behaving as the good person between us two," my little evil smile couldn't cease to appear on my dark face each time I took apart in the conversation between me,, Peter and the old lady, "will you stop for a second Levi," Peter was fed up with my recent reaction,"are you the one who is going to park the car or it's me, please pardon my friend ma." "Oh it's okay I don't mind," her old growling voice continued to irritate me.
"Actually I own the Africaana wholesale down at the oginga streets,," "ooh right you are Madam Patricia right," Peter said stretching his tone at the syllables at the end of the sentence . "Yes of course it's me, how did you get to know me?" "Oh me and my friends came there at least twice to buy kitchen staffs," Peter spoke as if they had known each other for like the beginning of eternity. "It's a pleasure to meet you my son," Madam Patricia said stretching her hand to greet Peter, 'oh come on which son,, just say you want to sleep with my friend,' my instincts had grown wild for the past two and a half hours. "So what should I call you," "Oh I am Peter, and this is my friend Levi," Peter replied trying not to look at my disgusted face, "so I will help you park your car then maybe I can get your number incase I need to order something from your store it can be a little bit easy," "no problem that is even a greater idea."
I couldn't believe what Peter was doing, not about getting Madam Patricia's number that one I had started getting used to it, how could he leave me and her alone standing, alongside each other, we looked like portrayed statues, nobody could talk to the other for about three minutes, on my side I could say I didn't want to,,,, I didn't want to fall into that trap, but on her side maybe she felt I was an introvert.
"So you don't talk too much,huh," how dare she break that silence which was so comfy for me,"yeah I don't talk too much ma I lack words " I wish she knew the kind of a parrot I was,, mahn I could talk from morning till dawn,,, without my mouth ceasing to move,,, the only thing that kept me quiet was hunger.
"I love introverts," whaaaaat, that one knocked my ears by surprise, "no way,, how is that ma," I had to play along as a well trained lad by my elders from the village, 'when an elder speaks something know that they know what they are saying, don't answer rudely, that is a curse which is unbreakable,' that was an advise from our oldest,wisest elder Winjau. Moreover I needed no more curses the ones I had were already enough to kill me.
"You see introverts," she continued, " they are overthinkers and you know one thing about overthinkers they've got ideas which when shared they could bring a great positive change, they just need someone they could trust to share with these ideas," I didn't know how but I found me blushing, she was describing me, oh how I felt great from the inside in that moment,'oh no,, I take it back to sender,,,, she is not going to lure me into her trap, "I rejected it!" "What are you rejecting,?" I couldn't believe that came out loud,,,, her eyes were stuck on me and oh boy I felt like I was already in her trap.
The truth is,,,,,, I couldn't see myself doing what my friends were doing I couldn't date an old woman who is fit to be called my mother, it was so irritating to me,as much as they offered something in hand I had to think and rethink over,,,, and think again without stopping. As I looked at madam Patricia, I was sure I was not ready to do it,,,as much as I felt like she was using charms to get me I could say that it was not working for me, that was my decision and the final one. But was my decision going to hold for too long. MY STORY GETS COMPLICATED.