She Took My Burger

I know you have seen that advert for Cocacola where a chic grabs away a glass of ice cold soda just as the guy prepares to pick it up. Yeah, it’s Kind of the same thing here too. Think of that awkward moment when you really want to sneeze but it doesn’t come out, you keep folding the face hoping that it would come out but repeatedly dies away.

I used to love those times hawkers were around the city center selling their wears and chanting all manner of “hawk language” that i was well accustomed to. Those music and movie CDs areas were my favorite stop. I would shuffle the whole table of CDs looking for a record by Akon or some action film for the evening. Those guys kept sliding a porn CD into my collection in bid to have me pay for if without anyone seeing but i kept declining. The hawker is like “Hii ni ile motomoto…ntakukatia price, kesho upitie iniambie vile iko..”  (“This is the best of all; i will give it to you at half price then tomorrow pass by to tell me how it went”)  

Every piece was going like hot cake and i felt it better get myself one….i didn’t know those CDs either had nothing in them or some kind of Jet lee martial arts in Chinese! On the other side of Tom Mboya Street i could see a lady waving nice boxers but i didn’t like their color. Next to her was….wait a minute, i smiled to myself. I had been looking for her for very long, she never picked any of my calls nor did she bother to reply my frequent SMSs.

Judy is a lady of her kind; God carefully configured her structure and filled every necessary edge of her skin but for the dimples. I could see her hair blown off by the evening wind but she was camouflaged within the several colors of clothing from the people who surrounded her. She bent to pick something from the mitumba heap on the ground and i could neatly follow her alignment leg to hip. “She is beautiful,” i said to myself.

Working with such a lady in the office gives me comfort even if i never used to speak to her, i was shy. Too bad.  The only thing that kept me alive is seeing her pick documents from my desk before she could catwalk to the scanner at the corner of the office. I don’t know why someone could put that scanner that low, Gosh! She had to bend over to use it; there i am peeking through the 17″ monitor. I later asked the inventory guys to remove the scanner from my office, i was relieved.

She rose again and raised a lacy small cloth to her waist but threw it down and walked away. My hands were still holding onto some music CDs. The sellers pulled them from my fingers and slid them in a small polythene bag and asked me to pay. I shoved my hand into the pockets to get a 500 shillings note i had so that i could pay for those CDs. “How much?” I asked “150” he answered. I searched every corner of my pockets but found nothing. Someone had gone to thin air with my wallet plus the last note and money i had in it.

“I have lost my wallet!” i exclaimed. The hawker just looked at me and pour out the CDs he had put the polythene bag back to the table and went on calling for customers. It was already 6 O’clock in the evening and i had to catch a matatu but my money is gone and my ATM card too that was in the wallet. My mind went blank and saw darkness under the glaring light of the street lights. I had pulled my pockets inside out and my hands still held akimbo. I was thinking of how long it would take me to walk about 25KM to get to my cube and it was already late. Holy cow!

From a distance, I could see that ugly -noisy City council truck approaching. This was not a good sign for any hawker in the street. Before it could arrive, the street was already clear in a matter of seconds with a few unmatched shoes, cartons and pieces of vegetable lying on the road and outside shopping malls. Hawkers know how to signal each other whenever that truck came along or whenever a City council officer approached them.  Slowly the truck passed by and went the other side of Moi Avenue leaving behind a street full of busy hawkers back on business again.

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and I closed my eyes waiting to be arrested. I thought It was the Council askaris who arrest anyone for no reason only to get accused of spitting anyhow in the street in their courts. I turned and opened my eyes slowly. Those dimples glittered under the neon lights and I could see her killing smile brushing through her glossed lips. Judy stood there staring at me while her face could have been asking me, “what is wrong and what are you doing here?”  I smiled back sheepishly and tried opening my mouth to say something. Nothing came out.

Judy and I stayed in the same estate so I guess she wanted to company in the matatu on her way home. May things sprung through my mind. First, should I tell her that I have lost my wallet or lie to just ask her to go alone? We walked through to Ronald Ngala Street not talking. She said to me, “Are you done in town? I am on my way home now.” I looked at her and smiled instead but did not utter a word. “I need to buy some tomatoes from these hawkers here, I do not have any left in the house” Judy said stopping at some nice red tomatoes laid for sale on the street. “They look good” I answered.

I stopped behind her and watched her select a bunch of tomatoes and dropping them into a polythene bag held by the seller. My mind drifted, I forgot all my worries and looked at her stilettos. They were golden strapped shoes with quite a heel there. Her skirt was not that short but she did not have any cellulite at the back of her thighs either. Her blouse followed the weight of her bust revealing a smooth light skinned back.

To be continued ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

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About Demcel

I am a professional creative writer, i flock with great thinkers!

Posted on March 7, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. There are typo errors plus sentence connection mistakes but i believe it makes sense anyway for you to read.

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