Trouble should be my middle name. Foolish me who gave herself to a man that hurt me and left when I needed him the most.
When I saw that Charles look alike, I knew I had to get my shit together. Either stand there and face my verdict or run for my life. In all the years I lived in this world. I have never come across a gentle man like Charles. He has proven that there are roses among thorns. This guy should be related to the late Nelson Mandela. His heart is overwhelming. He is a man of a few words with a great sense of humor. A man who expects nothing in return for his kindness. A man who believes in loving another as he loves himself. Charles has never formally proposed to me. I assume the nice things he does for me are a way of sending his message. I would never allow anything much less the likes of Mark, Francis and Jason may his soul rest in peace to come between a concrete foundation that I have built with Charles. Not in a quadrillion years will I allow such to happen, I would rather die than let myself go through such.
I let go of my hand from Mark’s. I didn’t wanna be seen by Mark as I trolled to the car park. Thank God there were a lot of people, my escape wasn’t suspicious. I hid in the car park, pretending to be on phone while my eyes were on the look out blinking a thousand times and rolling a million times. I was still on my fake call when Mark tapped my shoulders “there you are, I have been looking everywhere for you,” Please meet my friend . . . . I held my tummy while turning like a tortoise. The plan was to collapse if Charles was the guy we went to pick up. As usual my ancestors were on my side. The guy standing in front of me was someone I never seen before.
“Welcome to Zambia I’m Pleased to meet you,” I said while extending my hand.
“The pleasure is all mine”, he said.
“Sorry I didn’t get your name”
“I’m guessing you got mine.”
“I did though it will be difficult for me to pronounce it, I hope I will be pardoned.”
“I understand but it’s not an excuse.”
“Hahahaha you are funny, I like you already.”
I was all nice to Zack, my inner conscious was killing me. Who was it that sent the message. Who the hell was that Charles look like I saw. Could it be that Charles is back?
I sat at the back sit, Mark and Zack had lots of catching up to do. It was just about soccer. Chelsea this, Manchester united that. This is what I love about men, they always have something to talk about business, current affairs, politics, cars, soccer, movies etc unlike us the whisperers. It’s all about shiiiiii have you heard what blah did. Chitechi has been dumped, shani shani uko is pregnant. It’s as if our lovely mothers conceived us on World gossiping day.
I tried to call the number I received a text from, it didn’t go through. This was adding more suspense to my suspended brain.
I sent a message asking who they are. I didn’t get any response.
I asked the boys to drop me home, Mark got a few of his things and went to his apartment.
Zack: Miss pretty dont you wanna come with us?
Mark: Yes Mwila care to join us?
Me: It’s okay, you guys go ahead. Mark I bet you are not coming back.
Mark: Not today, I pass will pass through tomorrow.
Me: See you tomorrow then.
Mark: Take care of yourself, stay glued to your phone. I will be calling and texting every minute of the hour.
Me: As per your request.
Zack: Looking forward to spending more time with you. I hope to meet some of your hot friends.
Me: You are a handful.
Zack: Seriously! This guy over here has been bragging of Zambia being blessed with real hotties. I’m here to confirm if it’s true, I need to go back with an answer.
Me: You will meet all my friends tomorrow.
Zack: You are so sweet, I see why my buddy is crazy over you.
Me: Take care boys.
Mark threw flying kisses and drove off, he stopped by the gate and reversed the car. He came to where I was standing. Got out to hug me and held me in his arms.
“There is nothing I want in this world than you. Thank you for making me happy, I promise I will be a better man for you.”
With the suspense I was in and Mark’s Telemundo loving. I was slowly going insane. My auntie saw everything Mark did. She was very thrilled with joy. If Mark’s love for me has been rekindled because of the sex we had, he better forget. He just came at a time when I was vulnerable.
Auntie: hmmmmmmmmmm clears throat.
Me: Auntie I’m not in the mood, it’s not what you think.
Auntie: It’s not what I think, it’s what I heard and saw.
Me: Please forget it.
Auntie: You take after me.
Jezzzzzzz I need air, I said while heading to my room. My heart was under my feet, my phone vibrated. I picked up without checking the number.
“Hello beautiful I just wanna let you know that I’m thinking about you and I miss you l.”
“What’s up! You sound unhappy. Where you expecting a call else where?”
“No . . . . I had a busy day I need to rest.”
“Sleep tight cherry.”
“Will talk in the morning.”
“Why morning? I still wanna call you.”
“I haven’t had a good sleep in a while. The presentations, projects and report did me bad.”
“I excuse you. You need your beauty sleep.”
“Bye. . Goodnight.”
I switched off my phone and slept. Around 04 I woke up to pee. Switched on my phone. I found two missed calls notifications from two strange numbers. I deleted the messages, went back to bed.
At six in the morning I received a call from Lulu asking me to accompany her to see Angela.
Lulu: Babe what happened yesterday was bad. You know how much I love you guys. This whole thing is eating me up.
Me: I’m willing to clear the air between Angela and I, she won’t just let me do that. She is playing the bloody victim. She of all living animals should know me, she chose to trust a stranger over me.
Lulu: You know how she is. You are better of an understanding person than she is.
Me: I’m tired of having to be the only to understand others. When will I ever get to be understood?
Lulu: Oya babe you are blessed. You have a golden heart.
Me: From now it’s a stone heart.
Lulu: You are better than that.
Me: Thanx for the morning call musimbi yebo.
Lulu: Dont cut on me.
Me: Talk to you later.
I will not move an inch close to Angela. I don’t trust anyone who believes a psycho like Jason. To believe a psycho makes you one of them..
I was playing candy crush, I didn’t realize a call came through.
Caller: Hello is anybody here.
Me: Hello there.
Caller: Is you Madem. Very appy to ear you.
Me: Ohhh Mwanza how are you?
Mwanza: Me jiga, I hear you lost for disappearing to adultwapped.
Me: I was kidnapped.
Mwanza: police make big accident. Is allest me for yo lost.
Me: I’m sorry Lulu told me what happened.
Mwanza: I pass now to say allo. Good buyers.
Me: Thank you Mwanza, God bye.
Mwanza should be included on the list of therapies. The dude makes my days. Who wouldn’t love Mwanza, he is the English lover. I love his charisma, even knowing his English is bad. He choose to use it, that’s the spirit of one who doesn’t give up on what they believe in. One day Mwanza will be fluent in English, while we laugh. He is there working on it.
Mark called to say hi, I don’t know where this armed robber love he is feeling for me will take him.
I got bored being home, I called ba Richy. He was at my doorstep in no time. He drove me to the boarding house. I found Angela, Naomi and Lulu having chit chat convos. Angela wanted to walk out, I stopped her. I called ba Richy to come back. I packed every remaining thing that belonged to me. Lulu was talking to me, I played a deaf ear. With the help of ba Richy, we moved all my belongings to my house. On my way out I apologized to Angela for hurting her.
Me: Angela I never meant for things to happen like this, I hope you one day find it in your heart to forgive me. My heart is with you and your unborn child. You don’t have to walk out every time you see me. I don’t want to limit your freedom of coming here.
Angela: I won’t be fooled by your mother Theresa sympathy. I know you very well. Leave me and my unborn child alone. We don’t need your pity. You thought you killed Jason. I’m sorry to disappoint Jason is very much alive, he lives in me.
Me: I will talk to you when you are calm. It’s clear we can’t talk about anything sensible.
Naomi: Mwila don’t do this to us your friends.
Angela: Friends? She is your friend, if you wish to follow her. Feel free.
Me: It’s alright Naomi, it’s all good.
Angela: I’m sure your nunu is itching, it’s needs the touch of a blesser.
Lulu: Angela please.
Me: Let her talk.
Angela: I’m glad you know I can say whatever I want to say.
Me: I’m off.
Lulu: Mwila come back here.
Angela: Stop begging for her, you are better off without her.
Angela was taking me for a fool, the fact that I kept quiet didn’t call for insults. I walked right at her, I tried to slap her, a voice in me stopped me. She started yelling and insulting me. Everyone at the boarding house gathered to watch the drama. She tried to hit me, I restrained and pushed her. I hurried to the car.
Jason is a bad omen even in his death, he continues to torment me. He will never let me be, maybe I need to cast away his spirit.
Ba Richy tried to comfort me on our way to my house. He helped with everything, on top of what I paid him. I added a tip.
I cleaned my house. I felt good being alone, it’s what i deserved. I tried to call the number that sent the wired message, it went to voicemail. I began to fear for the worst. Could it be that Jason is alive, the thoughts freaked me out. I ran outside to the guard. I told him to be on the look out and not to allow anyone come in without my knowledge.
Days went by I kept my distance from the girls. It was me, school and family. Mark and I became so close.
One Thursday evening Lulu called me. I ignored her calls. The way I know Lulu, she doesn’t get tired. I picked her call.
She was crying, I couldn’t really get what she saying.
Angela is not well, she lost a lot of blood. I’m kindly asking you to come to hospital. She needs blood and none of us is her blood type. Maybe you might be a match. Please please Mwila napapata forget the past. We need you more than ever.