My people believe that when trouble follows you more often then the ancestors are angry with you. You have to ask for forgiveness by slaughtering any animal with four or two legs and sacrifice it to appease them .
I think it was my time to do so because it seemed trouble was about to follow me when I wasn’t ready.
I called Francis but he didnt pick up. I panicked,I started sweating, could it be that francis followed me. If at all he did then I am finished. How was I going to explain what I was doing with Charles. Imagine you stalk your partner and catch them red handed then they deny everything and tell you they were only playing the doctor phill part. No one would believe that,not even a man high on weed and beer.
I tried calling bae again and this time,he picked up.
Francis: hey Babe.
Me: hey love.
Francis: how are you?
Me: I am fine. . . . whats with the message you sent?
Francis: I miss you and the thought of you is killing this guy here. He misses you so much.
Francis: yes hun. . . . when am I seeing you?
Me: hmmmmmmmm bae.
Francis: can I come pick you up.
Me: Bae hold your fire. . . I miss that man too but he has to wait. . I will see him later,am by my auntie’s place in Kabulonga. Will pass by when coming back.
Francis: have you gotten your phone?.
Me: yes I have.
Francis: that’s nice.. .I guess you are happy now . . . . . .see you later
Me: ok bae later.
Charles left me outside talking on phone and went inside the house, I followed him. The house was so big that you would get lost. I found him preparing something. I joined and helped him cook. He insisted on doing it alone but I persisted. One conversation led to another. The cooking was done, I must say Charles and I were not bad at cooking. I set the table and we enjoyed the meal together. Charles took a selfie of us eating. I really ain’t a selfie person but there is no harm in taking a pic. Why stress when both of us were fully dressed and we was at the table.
Bantu Bandi dont take selfies any how with strangers, this is zambia the real Africa. If you are the type that sends nudes,please stop. People are craft nowadays. You will wake up one morning to find your nudes trending on social. Sites like Tufweko and Mwebantu Media dont have chill,they will roast you.
We had some ice cream after our meal and watched a movie afterwards. Charles was actually proving to be a good guy for a friend.
If you are having a great time,time behaves like the US dollar and zambian fuel prices. I didnt realize it was 17 already.
Charles thanked me for taking time to see him,listening to his story,helping him to cook and everything. I told him that’s what friends are for.
We drove home. . . .I texted bae to remind him about that round he was craving for but he didnt reply.
Charles dropped me home and left…
I found Lulu with some girl,no homo but this girl was beautiful. I felt intimated looking at her. She has the kind of beauty which would cause your man to leave you hanging at the alter on your wedding day.
I said hai to them, Lulu introduced us. I put my new iPhone 6s to charge. Got my laptop and started watching a movie.
Bae texted back late,I had already lost the mood to shag him. It had expired. You dont expect to put ice cream in a warm place and find it frozen.
I told him the session had expired, he should call again to make a new order. Am sure my text made him laugh.
He called me and laughed his lungs out. He jokingly asked me to seek help at Chainama. I told him I cannot go alone because they have been looking for him as well. We both laughed it out loud. He promised to take us both to chainma.
Now that’s what I call dating your best friend. Some of you are scared to even crack a joke because you are scared of your partner. Ine I even fart in bae’s presence.
In fact me and bae compete in the farting contest and I always win. Please my people make sure you befriend your partner. For crying out loud, you are in love and not in world war twenty. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ LOL.
After the call with bae. I continued watching a movie.
It was odd for Lulu to stay indoors pa weekend. I wondered what happened.
Lulu wanted pizza for dinner and we went to East Park mall but she changed that she wanted wings from KEG. We found ourselves a spot at KEG and ordered for the wings and cocktails. They took long to bring us our food but we were served eventually. I enjoyed them wings too too much. The girls still continued with the cocktails. I was chilling in my minute maid. The DJ played #work by Rihanna, Lulu started twerking. I’m a good dancer but I have never tried twerking. That shit is for bane Nicky. Lulu was good at what she was doing,she started attracting attention and that’s what I hate. I told her to sit her bum down.
Around 22 some guys came to our table, those guys didnt look Zambian to me,they wanted to join our table and Lulu agreed. I dont know why she did that.The guys started buying bonze and that was good news to Lulu. She loves beer too much. I requested we go back to our place but Lulu wasn’t up for that. She called me an EOF ( enemy of fun).
The guys wanted to go to Hollywood city. I refused to tag along. I warned Lulu and Naomi but they wouldn’t listen. I booked a cab and went home. I called bae and we chatted for some time. He was tired and asked for permission to sleep,I granted him and we retired for the night. I slept late,I kept tossing on my bed. I dont know but I had a bad feeling as though something bad was about to happen. I was worried about Lulu and Naomi. I called Lulu and she texted back saying she was in a noisy place. I texted her back that I was just checking up. She texted me that I shouldn’t worry. She runs Lusaka and knows every corner.
I guess I was worrying for nothing. I put my worries aside and slept.
My phone rang at 03,it was a strange number. I just looked at it and went back to sleep. It rang again. This time I just put my phone on silent mode and slept. I woke up to go pee and saw my phone blinking. It was that number again. It cut before I could pick up. I noticed there were lots of messages from the same number. One by one I went through them.
First message: please help.
Second message: why ain’t you picking up
Third message: what the fuck is wrong with you? Please pick up.
Fourth Message: Mwila you are the only one who can help us.
Fifth Message: Mwila napapata asuka phone. I need your help. We are stuck in kafue. Alot has happened mwandi. Just call ba Richard our cab driver and come pick us. Call back ASAP when you see this message.
To say I was worried,was the least of it. Lulu has her own short comings but hearing she was in danger broke my heart.
I called ba richard but there was no response. The phone rang answered. I called back but nothing. I was running out of patience. I tried to call Francis but his phone was off. I had no other option but to call Charles, he didnt answer the first time. I tried a second time and he picked up. I just started crying,he asked why I was crying. I told him Lulu was in trouble, I needed help to go look for her in Kafue. He told me to stop crying and give him a few minutes. . . . . . . . I tried to call the number Lulu used, it was off. I tried Lulu’s line it went to voicemail.
This is too much for me to handle..