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...when she smiles, I stop thinking.



I look at my phone, 2.30pm.

It is a crazy sunny afternoon, just from a Swahili class that has sucked the life out of my day. A chill at a cool place might help so i head to the Frustration square...I don't really know why they called it that but I heard it is reserved for the 'broken souls'. If you get heartbroken, or you are starving or she left you for some Subaru  dude, then this is the place to be. 

I can comfortably say this is my spot too, the sun out here is trying to break me.

There is this lady seated next to me. She is a nice person, that I can tell through her smile.

Damn! The smile...so perfect!

I'm pretty sure she makes flowers blossom,she literally might be the reason why trees have leaves... Pure bliss! I actually steal a few more glances just to be sure.  Probably this is what they mean when they say God created her after he had had his lunch. Worthy thane of beauty. Guys, I know I'm a bit extra on this but if you saw her, I'm sure you would too. 

Well I like her already.

She's smart.

I don't know how I know that but I have this kafeeling that she is. When she smiles, I stop thinking!

'Hey you?'

'Hey' she replies.

She seems uninterested. It is starting to feel uncomfortable now. I really don't know what to say to an uninterested lady,

she probably 'don't do short guys'. 

It's not like I'm short anyway, okay I know I'm short but not so short, I mean, 

I'm slightly tall.

Aaaah! maybe it's not even about me.

After all, what would a pretty lady like her be doing at the Frustration square... something must be not right.e

Real men don't give up, so they say. So how about I try a few more words just to be sure she's really not interested in this chunk of a man haha.

'You seemingly would offer a good company on a day like this, would you mind if I joined you?'

She looks up to my face. It's like she is trying to rate me. It is a tense moment.

I hope her scales of justice will favor.

She vaguely smiles and says 

'I dont'

And so I move closer...this feels a little good, it actually feels so good that I can feel my hair's tingle.

 After a few awkward moments of trying to blend in a conversation, we catch the momentum. 

Wait... is she even laughing at my jokes?

 She says  I'm funny and with that  I now know I can make a pretty good comedian haha!

 It's like starting off a merry go round, the first few turns are boring till it's fast enough with less effort. 

 I may be slightly tall, not as tall as Ochieng' though but I have my way with words. We'd probably say I know my way around a woman's heart...I guess I do. When we are the peak of our conversation her phones rings, she let's it ring. If you closely examined it, isnt that a good sign? 


'I'm sorry I have to leave now ' 

I can see a grin on her face as she says this, she is probably sad she is leaving.

"I didn't actually catch your name." I say as I try to figure out what to say next. 

"It's Aneeta, with a double e," she says as she stands up to go.

" Call me Hans...and hmmm... You seem to have an interesting vibe, I wouldn't mind if we had another time like this to ourselves. Do you mind if I asked for your contact though?"

"I thought you'd never ask" she says as she dials her contact in my phone.

As she walks off. I can't seem to stop staring till she is lost.

I should probably start rehearsing how the say it.

'...in sickness and in health, till death do us apart.'I am a happy soul right now and evidently a place like the Frustration square wasn't meant for me. I better get going mate to prepare because 'huu mwaka lazima nipate haha!'

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  1. JustinJanuary 26, 2023 at 5:33 AM

    In a world where we are not supposed to say the L word too early, may our vibe be matched each time😊 P.S I would love to hear about the next date

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    1. Osano Brian.January 28, 2023 at 2:47 AM

      Broo, let me tell you. I found out that she actually eats ugali with a spoon. Like who does that? There is actually a lot more to say about her.... Stick around for my next blog.

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