It was one of those lousy Saturdays without any plans to step out of the house after a hectic week of business deals and a late cocktail party with some associates. Lighting a cigar as I fetched some fresh milk from my kitchen a wry smile formed as I anticipated the me time the whole weekend . I loved my space, lazing on my seat by the balcony. That spot gives me the opportunity to watch the world below me since I am in the top most apartment and the breeze is heaven sent. My cigar was fast getting me into the mood and soon the cold milk woke me up to reality and I had to rush to the shower so I could know what would keep me busy the whole day long.
The bathtub would
laze me even further so I decided against it and took a warm shower
as the sound system blazed some crank music full blast. A man will
always be a boy. It's a habit I have never let go since my teenage
years. I laughed out loud when I remembered my mom's stern warnings
against playing loud music. "You know that isn't good for your
ears", she used to scream the warnings. Singing along I was
quickly done and was holding a sugarless coffee mug as I got my
laptop to do a game of chess before setting up for a movie. My phone
was off and was enjoying my little heavenly set up as I tried my wits
against the best online. I won a game n lost three and I decided a
Jason Stratham movie would help ease my afternoon as I took my light
lunch.
You know what they
say about resisting the temptation to look at your phone, you can't
beat it. At around 1400hrs I could not help it. A few "what are
you up to for the weekend " texts came through once I switched
it on. Wait a minute, there was a reminder icon blinking too, "did
I miss an important early meeting?" I hoped not. "House
Party at Upper West Nairobi this evening" it read. I felt
deflated as this was one party I couldn't miss. I had always stood up
such invitation and I had given my word that I would at least make a
technical appearance. It was quite early so I reluctantly did my
movie and a nap in readiness for the party. Strictly an hour of
mindless chats and off back to my house. How wrong I would be.
Dressing up in the
evening I took it casual. A shirt and jeans and half boots made me at
ease and without forgetting my cologne I was out driving slowly to
the venue a few minutes late of course. I wasn't a party lover so it
wasn't one I was looking forward to. Rick Ross blasting from the
stereo was getting me into the mood as I wondered why people had to
have parties instead of relaxing at home and doing something
relaxing. Looking ahead I knew I had a two more turns to make and I
would be there.
Welcoming me at the
gate was some beautiful ladies all smiles and handed me a glass of an
energy drink. Since the narcotics are harming my lungs, let me have
some energy to fight it off. That's my explanation for not doing
alcohol. The place was swamped by beautiful ladies, dressed to kill
would be an understatement and I had to agree that the ambience was
quite something. I found myself starting to enjoy the idle talk but
mostly was flirty exchanges and it just got me going. A few men were
also around and some idle chat led to some exchange of contacts for
business as I always believe in never passing an opportunity to
network for growth. I kept glancing at my watch since I was not
prepared to stay for long despite the great music and relatively good
company on offer. I could tell some ladies were abit disappointed by
my attitude as I was only casually friendly since I didn't intend to
get mixed up in relationship or the burdens of one night stands.
Dating was not something I was looking to have and that partly
explained why I always kept away from such forums because the ladies
would be quite tempting and as men the flesh is always weak. Smiling
I started thinking of the saying that "ladies were the weaker
sex." How ironical I said to myself as I made way to the balcony
for a cigar before I bid my farewells.
As I fumbled for my
lighter making my way to the balcony, I lifted my eyes only to be
greeted by lovely eyes checking me out. I was tempted to pass the
gaze as one of the many I have had to ignore all night long but there
was something extra special about the gaze and beauty. " What
would a pretty lady as her be isolated in the balcony?" I asked
myself as I contemplated whether she would make some nice
conversation just to pass my time as I had my cigar. The smile was
enough invitation. I held out my pack of cigars and softly offered
her to which she politely declined and astonishingly wearing a bigger
smile. "I see you care about your lungs." I said
rhetorically. "I prefer hurting my liver instead so I can
maintain my soft voice" she replied as she pushed her hair
backwards suggestively. Dressed in a short dress and heels and having
a smart mouth got me abit excited. The ideas running in my head would
not have let me welcomed in any church the following was I to go. I
guess few of us will make it to heaven.
There is always a
great feeling having an intelligent talk with a pretty lady and
having a chemistry that is way too strong to ignore. As we talked
about different issues I could not help notice how attractive she was
and how hard she was trying to not let it look so obvious. I wished
to go for the killer chat with her but my instincts held me back as I
remembered I was not ready for any attachments. She had a friend who
was one of the hosts and she kept getting me more energy drinks as
she served her more wine and always left with a cheeky smile. Esther
was her name, sorry the pretty lady had my manners depart me for a
while. I kept debating whether to get her contacts for a future date
but the odds were stuck against me as I had promised to focus on
building my company but this was one deal that probably only comes
once in a lifetime.
More than four hours
since I showed up at the party, I found myself driving from the party
wearing a lazy smile and my crank music having Lil Wayne on the
speakers singing on Life....."Life is a b*tch I got my hands up
her dress". Nodding my head I sung along loudly without a care
in the world and as I wound a corner to my gate, I paused and checked
Esther's card on my dashboard. With a soft whistle I shook my head
wondering if this was a path I was ready to veer.
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