Are you going to act like you didnt hear what I asked? Yvette weighs in again.I heard what she asked alright,I just didnt know what card to hold up at that point. What question might that be? I offer smugly. She pouts her lips in what ends up as a smile.A smile the Devil would have probably donned if he had would have showed up to Adam and Eve in human form.A smile so painfully treacherous to the core.This woman was on a mission,of all the things I fear most is a Woman on a mission,even if without a Vendetta.I rack my brains for a response,an appropriate one that would not leave me counting my spoils. I look up to find her staring at me intently.I grab my drink,and drink it slowly like there was never a more refined lad than me that graced the earth with our presence. Do you have a girlfriend? she asks this time pointblank. Does it matter? I respond taking in her gaze. Not especially,..no it doesnt. she remarks reaching for her handbag.I study her bony but delicate fingers.They look like they could have the touch of death itself. Patrons are now trooping in,this place is kidogo hidden...and I soon figure I am not the only one with a liking for annonymous dens.Ben is sure having a pretty good time,if the way Our Nekesa mass of fat is rocking from laughter is something to go by.She reminds me so of Humpty Dumpty,the one who edged over a wall...did he die? Where is your wedding ring? I pose to Yvette.She goes still for a minute.Her face goes ashen.Then she puts her make up in her voluptous bag,the kind trendy Nairobi women hug around their breasts. What gives you the impression I am married Billy? I take a deeo breath,For onw your hands,more like your wedding finger has a mark on it,that is the mark of a ring thats pressed onto the skin...such that when the rings removed,the mark takes longer to wish away. I slowly rub my hand on the spot that the ring should be.Shes taken. Married,four years..yes She mutters slowly. So where is your husband? I press. She motions to the bartender.Two more drinks for this lad,on my tab...and please get me two more of what youll give him Buying me drinks wont make stop asking questions you should know..... She waves me off,Im not buying you off Billy,I like that you ask questions...not many folks would be that blatant. The drinks come.Mine is as cold as the heart of the Loch Ness monster itself.Im into my sixth beer now...sixth Guiness and a cougar trying to play me,this is one hell of a night. How old did you say you were again? Yvette asks now sitted askance,probably more intrigued. Your guess is as good as mine maam I answer. The pouting smile darts on her lips again,she stands up and pushes her stool closer to mine till she is so close I can smell the rasperry scent in her lipstick. I-i-...I gotta go to the gents,be back I excuse myself hastily.I dash to the gents.God,was this woman trying to pick me up? I have never been into older women before...even this one...I had that gut bad feeling.Somebody bangs the door open,I walk to the sink and wash my face.The water is so cold,even a Witchs tits has nothing on it...literally. Buda nini umetoka teke ivo? I hear the all so familiar voice of Ben. Nko fiti mse,nilikua nadai kuosha tu uso maze...joto mob unajua Maze Billy una ufala,huyo kamadha amekulike...mpaka anakyrushia tu madrinks he he he...lakini uko tu sawa We kunaenda aje na huyo mwingine? I ask him. Kwanza anadai ati wako na more liquor kejani kwao,si twende ama? Uhmmm...sahzi ni mapema Ben,tuchill chill kiasi. I say. He He lakini wachanga stress zingine za ufala...unafkiria fkiria nn? we ni myoung bado..hii ndio time ya kudo hizi stuff. Ben! Nimesema tuchill...we ntakuchapia vente kutaenda...hakuna haraka He bursts into laughter then tells me,Poa,..we rudi wa first ndo wasione tuna gossip. We fist bump and I head back. Yvette and Nafula are now dancing! This Women can dance,I would join them if I wasnt this inebriated or such a clown in the dance floor. Yvette tells me you really are too smart for your own good Nafula says from somewhere behind me,touching my shoulder.Yvette giggles,that girlie girlie giggle. You should see how he asks questions...My God! Isnt he so intriguing? Exclaims Yvette cooing over me.I try hard to hide a blush,I feel like my nose can melt right there.Flattery worked on me is very detrimental,I find it like somebodys trying to break into the man I am,the all so complex persona lens that everybody sees me through. Ben walks in just then,and leads Nafula away,saving me a laboured answer. I turn back to my drink as Yvette clumsily finds her way onto the stool beside me. That was....that was.... I utter trying to find an appropriate word.Yvette interjects, Do I scare you Billy? Scare? Me? but I dont see no scary horns on you...I would be very afraid if you had claws and a tail I joking answer. No serious...do I scare you? She poses,searching my eyes intently till I look away. Very few things scare me,and you are certainly not in the list... I say staring at her rasperry scented lips,then with the most gusto I can pull,I pick a scene from a movie and act it out,in fact you my fair lady...you intrigue me She holds my hand a second longer then looks away. My husband...he is not here because we are having that couple moment Couole moment?? I ask confused,pray what is that? Some day,you will understand,you are still young..enjoy your youth She says slowly weighing each word melodically. I swallow.Whatever she was implying I had no idea,but neither did I want to find out. So what do you do?, I ask picking another question from my endless questionaire. She cocks her head,pours her drink slowly.eyeing me all the while.Then crosses her legs such that is 90 degrees to my left. I study Human Behaviour. Whats that supposed to mean? That my dear Billy,would mean....I am a Psych I shake my head knowing,totally taken in. Wait.. wait...you are Pshych? Like the guys who study people with not so normal behavioral tendencies? She smiles and swings her leg,You got that right. I feel a tad bit confused,under the decks even.. So were you messing arnd with me? I pose. Oh Boy...much as I wiuld have loved to,you are pretty difficult to read,you pose a challenge...and I love taking on Challenges if you know what I mean She answers swinging her leg as she let one shoe come out. No,actually I dont know what you mean...please,elaborate I retort to her taunt. She opens her mouth to say something but its quickly washed away by a look of terror,her words seem to have stuck in her throat.She stares behind me in a frozen state.Im looking at her trying to figure out what the hell is brewing.Are the coppers here? Are we getting robbed? Is there a gun wielding whimp who has just stepped into the premises? because in all but one of those scenarios,it would portend death.Before I can turn to see the source of her aghast look,a heavy hand yanks me off my stool.. Kijana,What do you......? the burly figure yells almost throwing me off my feet,before the owner freezes midway to.The man has a thick beard and is clearly drunk out of his wits,but his face recognition sense doesnt fail him.He lets me go...and mutters something inaudible under his breath.He adjusts his coat and walks towards Yvette. Come on,lets go he barks.Without a word Yvette picks her stuff and leaves,Nafula excuses herself and follows her out after the man.Everyone is now aware of the small commotion we have created.I am sure whats cooking inside there heads is not a pretty picture.The boys who masquerade as wife snatchers maybe? I dont know.I scan the room,all eyes are on us...even the music has gone down,several decibels down.Or I am just drunk,Slowly normalcy resumes.Ben is quiet.Maybe he is trying to take all that in. Huyo mse alikuinua,alikua anaenda kukupiga,mbona alikucheki ivo akakusare? Ben asks.Because,the man is my Uncle,I know him. I answer.
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