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 entitled “The Lakes Don’t Dry” by Mutew Samu. He didn’t have to, but a stubborn man he was, so out of the blue:
“Hey good morning, you are the lady that disliked me yesterday?“
Smirking and smiling, were the chaps expressions.
“Are you stalking me? Sorry do I have to justify myself?“
“Not really, I was curious. I never thought I would see you here, that’s all.“
“Anyway, I get an ocean full of likes, you may have sunk to the challenger deep or didn’t fit my criteria?“
“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.“
“Preconceived is not perceived, unless aligned and the universe connecting the dots, it’s trot, trot, trot.“
His monkey brain dream suddenly lives.
There is a match, convo ensues, a date predicted for a physical clue. There is glue, more dates and a friendship pursued.
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. She clicks her fingers to take him out of his absent minded Ayahuasca trip.
His monkey brain dream suddenly dies.
“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.“
“Take care too, stalker!“
Goodbye and then he walked off.
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!
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 up 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.
“I realised you had a tribal mark on your arm?“
“Yeah, a tasifro in my Hankum language.
“Yeah, it is only given to a son of a chief. Does that mean you are a ….?”
“Allow it, shush! Can you keep a secret?“
“Sure. I am from a line of sage and secret keepers, you should know that?“
“How so? And pondering. Oh yes, your nkwely tattoo of the Kukai people on your neck?“
“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.
“My guy? You disliked me at first glance on the app?“
“Seriously? My guy means..!“
“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.
“Oh you got jokes huh. I mean complete hilarity, I am all over the gaff as you can see. Prince of the Hankum people“
They poker faced each other and roared into laughter, but suddenly and unbeknownst to them in this eerie:
A lion streamed by, ogling 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 on a digital dating app, you meet them randomly. A mum in the station screw faces at you for no reason, you smile. The exed lady from before 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.
“Erm, yeah, where were we, so are we doing this ting or what? There is a cafe along the Seedus river, seems there is a commonality or my house, I cook you seromo?“
“Erm, not so fast cheeky, let’s go to the cafe by the river. Eat, drink sea-moss, walk, talk and see what you are made of.”
“No pressure then, the weight from heaven.“
And there we have it, the messing’s of today’s relations, to get a foot in the door connecting to another flight in this life.