Robinson Njenga Nairobi Kenya
So I do what every other guy would do , I call my boy . I explain to him that I ’ m out in the cold and that I need somewhere to crash . He does what no other guy would do ; he explains that he is out of town , that his sister , whom I am yet to be acquainted to , is house sitting , and that he will ask her to host me on his behalf .
Now this is where the story really begins .
I show up drenched at the doorstep , head in my hands not knowing what to expect . I say a short prayer before knocking on the door . This tiny little woman-the kind that forever stay young and beautiful -opens the door and the first thing she says is “ WOW ! You ride a bike ?”.
God knows my intentions were good
Thirty minutes later we ’ re speeding down the highway to grab a burger at The Junction-her idea . Like all novice pillions , she ’ s squeezing my lungs so tight I can ’ t breathe and my eyes are all wet because she ’ s wearing the only helmet I had . It isn ’ t romantic , nothing like the movies make it out to be . And yet ... I ’ d do it all over again , because what ’ s life without experience . It ’ s the only thing holding her back now , that she has no wings . So she spreads her arms out wide and screams . I smile self-consciously and then break into easy laughter . She loves it . I squeeze the throttle harder . Two square cheeseburgers lead to four glasses of sweet red wine and I ’ m counting my blessings . The night is redolent with the smell of earth after rain and the air is ethereal , maybe it ’ s just the wine . We laugh , we talk and the symphony plays on .
I take the long route back , because more titillating than the nipples pressed against my back , I want to savor the night and all her horrors . The beast roars and tears across the jungle .
I had it all planned out
Get her back home safely ; be a gentleman , get some sleep , end of a good story , right ? Wrong Maybe it was a bad idea to think that we could share the couch and just listen to jazz and blues , maybe it was even worse to think that we could introduce a duvet to an already complex equation . And as if singing my thoughts , Marvin Gaye blasts through the stereo
“ And baby , I can ’ t hold it much longer It ’ s getting stronger and stronger ”
I pinch her chin , and for a second I hesitate ; too late , I kiss her And then , in the most transcendental connection she echo ’ s Jermaine Stewart …
“ Not a word , from your lips You just took for granted that I want to skinny dip A quick hit , that ’ s your game . But I ’ m not a piece of meat , stimulate my brain . Night is young , so are we . Lets get to know each other slow and easily ”
… She whispers the lyrics so delicately as she ushers me to dance
“ Take my hand , let ’ s hit the floor . Shake our bodies to the music . Maybe then you ’ ll score ”
Robinson Njenga Nairobi Kenya