A Fool For Love -Part One

The honest truth is that I was broke. But I couldn’t tell him that.

That Saturday night when he told me he would come see me the following day, I agreed. Even when I knew I didn’t have more than ten thousand shillings in my wallet. I hadn’t seen him in about six months. I wasn’t going to let anything come between us. Not even poverty.

I’ll be the first to admit that the universe hated me. Why? Because 95% of the times Jason suggested visiting me, I was either broke or dangerously close to being broke. And that rubbed me wrong. Two, each time I tried to cook for him, something ALWAYS went wrong.

That Sunday, I woke up at 4am. I cleaned up my place so well that I even felt guilty. In all sincerity, my room was never that clean on other occasions. After the general cleaning, I showered and then rushed to school for the day’s lectures. I had no time for breakfast.

At 2pm, my Sunday lectures ended. I quickly rushed to my room. A new month had begun but I hadn’t yet received a credit transaction alert from my bank. By faith, I grabbed my card and went to the nearest ATM machine. Miraculously, the money was there. I made a withdraw and went to buy a few supplies.

While shopping, Jason texted me. He asked where I was and if I had cooked. I told him I was buying a few things. I didn’t respond as to whether I had cooked. I just told him to come and made a joke about whether he was starving.

He is a vegetarian. He preferred peas and rice. I didn’t have time to cook peas but I purposed to make do with what I had. I already had cooked beans at my place. I concluded on a simple meal of rice, chapattis, beans, greens, avocado, ice cream, juice and sodas.

My rice at home was done. I went to someone selling rice on whole sale. He mentioned all the different types and their prices. I just bought the most expensive. A kilo at eight thousand shillings. I bought everything else I needed for my simple menu and went home.

I fried the beans and greens, sliced the fruits, and boiled the rice. It was at this very point that I realized my error. I had bought Somali rice. It had both a weird smell and taste. So much for trying hard to impress!

When the cooking was done, I cleaned up and waited for His Highness to show up. It was a hot afternoon outside.

Jason called. I went outside to pick him up. As always, there were many people up and about. I spotted him first.

He was smartly dressed. Jason looked relaxed and fresh. I’ve never met a guy more confident. He had such intimidating self worth. And no, he wasn’t handsome. He wasn’t exactly ugly either. I loved him regardless.

You can say all you want about that guy, but dude knew how to make a girl’s heart stop.

I watched him get off the boda and pay the rider. He got out his phone and called me. I picked up. He removed his shades and scanned the premises for me. He smiled when he located me. He hung up walked towards me. Suddenly uneasy, I looked down, then at my phone….then everywhere else. If he says I didn’t love him, then he’s a fool. It was written allover me.

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