That semester, I only had classes three days a week. Thursday was my last day within campus walls yet the busiest of them all. Three classes each designated three hours were enough to drive me insane. Probably not insane literally but they really tested my patience. After the second class, I head to the cafeteria for lunch. Certain high-end meals would deplete an hour past the cafeteria’s opening hours. They were my preference but never my ideal meals because there was no way I could afford them. The lecturer had overstayed his welcome which meant I was late for lunch.
I walked into the cafeteria obviously tired, dragging my feet, and drained. My bag containing my laptop, two exercise books, and a James Hadley Chase book weighed me down. I was hungry yet broke. I could only afford meals at the cafeteria which was designated for poor students, like myself. The food was not the best. I bet I could have done a better job as a chef. But beggars aren’t choosers now are they?
The afternoon and last class of the day was a combination of several majors which meant that the number of students was close to three hundred. It was warm and the room had very poor air-conditioning. Myself and others of my species were dozing off and paying little attention to the lecturer who seemed miles away from us. It was a long two and a half hours before he wrapped up the class and gave tons of assignments.
I had very few friends and therefore spent little time around bidding farewell to comrades. I took out my phone, connected my headphones, and pressed play on my favorite playlist. The lecture halls were on an elevated ground allowing a perfect view of the rest of the campus. majority of the campus population was heading to their hostels and private residences depending on their social class and year of study. Since the campus was located on the leeward side of famous Mt Kenya, it also meant that the leeward winds were strongest on this side. The winds bLew lots of dust but this was something my small eyes had no problem with.
I rushed through the descent listening to Rihanna go on all about how she “found love in a hopeless place.” I couldn’t relate because for such a nerd like myself, finding love wasn’t a walk in the park. But as I walked down the descent, I hoped to find a hopeless place on this hopeless day where I’d find love. A few minutes later and several songs later, I was at the bus stop waiting for my ride home.
I lived a few miles off-campus, in one of the affordable apartment blocks in the outskirts of the town. My bus arrived several minutes later and I hurriedly boarded humming to the next song on my playlist. Being a fan of the backbench, I slowly walked to the back of the bus and took a seat. A few strides behind me was this “fine ghel”. She took the seat in front of me. She was the prettiest lady I had seen but that also meant that she was way out of my league.
Several minutes later came this guy who took the seat beside her. This was my hopeless moment when I wished we would swap seats and he would allow me to shoot my shot. But what are the odds of such a thing happening? None, right? I sat there and continued humming to the music in my ears. However, I kept an eye on the lady hoping that this bus was my hopeless place on a hopeless day.
I could feel it in my stomach that this was my moment. Customary to the Meru region, the guy beside her was chewing miraa and looked really untidy. I could tell that this lady had some class which was why I thought she was definitely out of my league. Besides, the guy was “several dimensions out of space” and I knew it meant I still had a chance to shoot my shot. I was sure that this guy stood no chance. He kept initiating a conversation but things weren’t going his way.
She looked at him, distaste written all over her face. This guy was clearly nagging her. To me, she was a stranger but I constantly felt the urge to save her. She looked around for help and our eyes met and locked. I am naturally timid but I also never back away from a stare competition. I looked her deep into her eyes as if aiming to read the inscriptions on her soul. During the few seconds, I had the feeling that I had met the right person. She was way beyond my league but at that moment, I knew that our worlds had interlocked. There was some chemistry.
It had become weird and the guy beside her turned around to look at me. His bulging bloodshot eyes scared the crap out of me. But I stood my ground staring him right into his face. He murmured something but I couldn’t make out what he had said. I gently took off my headphones and bluntly retorted, “Huh!?” to which he repeated his question, “Is she your woman?”
“Yes,” I answered back in a deep voice aiming to intimidate him. “Iza fathela!” (I’m sorry mate) that’s all he said and turned back facing forward apologetically. I had intimidated this tough guy and there was no way I was going to miss this shot. But I was alighting soon. I couldn’t let in on this guy that I had never met this lady ever in my life. I wanted so badly to talk to her but I had to be patient. In several books, I had read all about perfect planning and this was the time and place to use my knowledge. My hopeless day in a hopeless place was promising a spectacular ending.
By this time, I reached my stop and as I stood to leave the bus, so did she. I let her walk ahead of me to confirm all angles were covered (haha). I liked what I had seen beneath the blue floral dress. My main challenge was approaching this lady whom I was sure was way out of my league. I was shy but I sure as hell am creative. “Hello, my lady” that’s all I could think of on such short notice. She looked at me and answered back, “Thanks, dude. You’re a saver.” To which I replied, “Can I save your number then?” I was her knight in shining armor on that day.
She gave me her phone number and we parted ways. Giving me her number was the easiest part. Getting her to respond to my messages would be the challenge of the decade. But I vowed to continue wooing her one day after the other.
I will continue the next part in the next part so stay tuned. I hope you enjoyed the story, please share your thoughts in the comment section. Also, check out a close shave which is part of our experiences, it’s a fan favorite. Till next time, Adios.