Relations

He had spotted her before, racking his brain and thinking where exactly. Then, a light bulb moment, one of those digital dating app thingies, perhaps.

Approaching her as she sat reading a book titled “The Lakes Don’t Dry” by Mutew Samu. He didn’t have to, but a stubborn man he was, so out of the blue:

He said,
Hey good morning, you are the lady that disliked me yesterday?

Smirking and smiling, were this chaps expressions.

She said,
Your stalking me? Sorry do I have to justify myself?

He said,
Not really, I was curious. I never thought I will see you here, that’s all.

She said,
Anyway, I get an ocean full of likes, you may have sunk to the challenger deep or didn’t fit my criteria?

He said,
I used the creepy superlike too, so AI would have ensured I appeared at the top of the likes pile.When I came across your profile, saw the superficial and delved into the beneficial. The senora hit the high notes of what I had imagined my potential to be. Me finks, sweet christmas, Luke has left the cage.

She said,
Oh really?

He said,
Preconceived is not perceived, unless aligned and the universe connecting the dots, it’s trot, trot, trot.

His monkey brain dream suddenly lives, his mind goes elsewhere and it peaks. There is a match, convo ensues, a date predicted for a physical clue. There is glue, more dates and a friendship pursues.

Relationship on tap, fast forward, a kink then the ups and downs.Getting to a point where you think, well let’s just call it quits. The undercurrents say, nay, nay, nay, let’s stay. The simmering of the seed, seeds that germinated, rooted in a foundation to photosynthesise from the fertile soil.

To build a beautiful relationship before things got tired. His monkey brain dream suddenly dies. She clicks her fingers to take him out of his absent minded Ayahuasca trip.

He said,
Sorry how rude of me, in thy presence lady too, mind my manners.Where was I, you lose some and you win some. I bid you farewell, take good care of yourself.

She said,
Take care too, stalker!

She thought, was she hash to dismiss an opportunity. He was a stranger who came out of no way and interrupted her in the zone, how dare he!Goodbye and then he walked off.

His eyes saw the incoming twins with left brown and right green eyes. They smiled at him and he responded in kind.Looking up to their mum, she was screwed face, like do you know my sons though, as if the twins had seen a monster. He smiled and passed them by.

Walking on towards the exit of the midground train station, there were whispering echoes, he paused and turned around. Look who it is, the lady he was chatting to earlier (side eye), here we go again.

She said,
I realised you had a tribal mark on your arm?

He said,
Yeah, a tasifro in my Hankum language.

She said,
“Yeah, it is only given to a son of a chief. Does that mean you are a ….?”

He said,
Allow it, shush! Can you keep a secret?

She said,
Sure. I am from a line of sage and secret keepers, you should know that?

He said,
How so? And pondering. Oh yes, your nkwely tattoo of the Kukai people on your neck?

She said,
You know your business my guy?

He was again confused, my guy? He thought, we’ve not dated or had no relations. Knowing what exactly she meant, he was only but a pretender and leg puller.

He said,
My guy? You disliked me at first glance on the app?

She said,
Seriously? My guy means..!

He interjected,
I got you. Grand Princess of secrets of the Kukai people.

A ginga somersault fly kick to his face was more apt but she digressed.

She said,
Oh you got jokes huh, Prince of the Hankum people. I mean complete hilarity, I am all over the gaff as you can see.

They poker faced each other and roared into laughter. Suddenly and unbeknownst to them in this eerie:

A lion streamed by, ogled them and said,

Chale make you naw do so kraa (at all). The roar is meant for the King of the Jungle, the lion? Liberties, stick to your own lane, you humans! If I catch you again on this frequency, walahi (I swear to God), you will be spending your time in the forests with mines, kapeesh? Mr. lion walked on.

A second ago, someone exed you, you forget about it. A mum screw faces at you for no reason, you smile. The exed chases and calls you, to rekindle an opportunity. And now a lion talking broken engrish (english) and a word of arabic. Where the heck did it come from anyway? Life’s ethereal.

He said,
Erm, yeah, were where we, so are we doing this ting or what? There is a cafe along the Seedus river, chill, talk, seems there is a commonality, or my house, I cook you seromoi?

She said,
Erm, not so fast cheeky, let’s go to the cafe at the river. Something small to eat, drink seamoss, chill, walk and talk, see what you are made of.He said, no pressure then, the weight from heaven.

And so it goes, the messings of today’s relations to get a foot in the door to the beginnings of a flight to connect to another flight in this life.