It’s barely a quarter way into the new year and I am almost giving up.
When I go to the Village Market – the shopping mall
where whales gnaws on minnows’ noses in Nairobi – I can’t help feeling
devastated. Window(and door) shoppers are everywhere – ‘buying’ flowers like
there’s nothing going on(mind you Kenya Defence Forces are getting themselves killed
by militia in Somalia).
Men, with all kinds of toys, walk in and out
religiously. Seeing the kind of devotion they have all what I can think of is
the dedication they are putting to this whole Valentines’ Day business(the only
day in a year men wear lingerie, bikinis and brassieres).
As much as I sneer at the insincerity of the love
declared on this day(while the rest of the year is passionate loath and detest)
I silently pray I get a dude to do that for me. In fact, I would
detective-trail and watch him grappling with what size is my lingerie(only turn
the present down – I’d rather he get me flowers).
I have come here to get myself girls’ stuff(it’s that
time of the month the evil witch – that all women detest – comes calling. The cramps
are almost killing me).
As I head to the right shelf I spot this drop dead
gorgeous guy who’s not oh so into the reds section. I second guess that he’s
either a rogue bachelor or an available husband from the air he has put.
At first I don’t decide to collect my jaw from his feet,
but when I find myself gathering the courage my mind is a mumbo jumbo of voices
inside me. The loudest of all is that which says, ‘Girl, your desperation is
driving you crazy.’
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