Tomorrow I Will Say Hello!

       

    He kept seeing this girl in class. Some days she would be in an elegant colourful dress, the other days she would wear these big beautiful sun glasses that would make you want to stare at her. Through them he could see her lustrous eyes that shined bright no matter where she looked. And each time she looks at him, he felt like destiny was calling out to him. But he had this ka-feeling about her, that she had an attitude, and to a certain degree she did. Well, that was not a deal breaker for him, or for any man in that case, he thought. He actually believes men want a little attitude when dealing with women. That ability to relate and vibe with her 'attitude' coming out every once in a while is beauty itself.

     It is a Monday, after his first class he spots her, she is some pants that beautifully flare out from the knees, I heard they call them palazzo pants. He is looking at her and he can't help but think 'just what if...? He actually says to yourself, "what is the worst that could happen if I said hello? and with that he dared to dream, rather try. But it is on this particular day he had had the audacity to show up with rather shaggy hair and crocks, he remembers how he actually did justify himself with ' It is fourth year, who cares? Well, nobody would seem to care yet but she will dude! He looks at himself, looks at her and looks at himself again and he actually sees a million reasons why she wont hesitate to tell him a NO, leave alone giving him an ear.

    With that, he promised himself "Tomorrow I will say Hello." and tomorrow comes. This day he is dressed to the occasion, he even had to pass by Manu's place to spray himself with some of his perfume, very ready for Tuesday.  i believe any man would do this, the first impression... you know,  However, after the lecture he doesn't see her, he hangs around the hall for a few more minutes to wait for her if by any chance she was among those walking out and to  'at least say hi. When everyone seems to have left the class, she is still nowhere to be found. he thinks to yourself, "I should have said hello when I had the chance." Something that seemingly rubs salt on his wound is when Githu says ''Buda, leo umeng'ara ka maiti.'' a rather weird way to compliment his fashion sense, but have you met guys!

Another luku wasted. but he still holds onto 'Tomorrow I will say hello."

He says the day he actually met her, she was sitting all by herself, savoring into the pages of a book titled, "The Forbiden Kiss". beside her was her phone playing the famous Gilad song, 'Unajua' "...atleast that is how I fell in love with the song. To date man! isn't that crazy!" he adds. she was seated at the far end of the field, with her right leg over the left, displaying all this sexy bossy vibes that he loved in a woman. To some extent he stopped to stare, to stare at the beauty that seemingly was calling out to him, with all his three names like a the food displayed on a high resolution KFC billboard. she was beautiful in that refreshing way. her smooth skin, natural short hair that was neatly shaved with a soothing brown dye. Beautiful in that haughty detached way. In his head he was already picturing a family with her. Like it was fated for him to meet her. He didn't mind that they only had two weeks to finishing school and would probably be far apart after that. He just approached because his head and his heart were in some kind of synchronicity. this was her and this was the moment to get it or get it. As he walks up towards her, her phone rings and he figured it is good manners if he let her get that call first then he would budge in. it only takes a few moments and she looks like she is standing to leave. 

Sam realizes its now or never and so he hurriedly walks to her. But before he gets to say Hello, a mate black, sleek Royal Crown Toyota car pulls over next to the academic highway and she walks towards it. She seems pretty excited that 'her guest' is here. The driver seems a rather old forty-something guy, those kind of guy a Kenyan would say...'anakaa pesa'.   He chooses to believe that it could her father you know, or some uncle who came over to pick her up for some family function. He stares, that kind of dejected look, till the car goes out of sight. He turns to his phone, puts on the unajua song, stuffs his earphones on and starts to walk back to his crib, a place he would call home with no warm food or hug waiting. He says to himself "...tomorrow, I will say hello"