NOT YOUR AVERAGE GIRL
Hamjambo wadau, wadauress na wangwana. It’s me again, not me actually but my pen’s nib and of course my resourceful mind. I just had to acknowledge that since the streets are no longer safe anymore. I’m speaking from experience. That being least of my concern right now wacha niwachukue moja kwa moja hadi kwenye antroduction ya hii sinema. It was last week on Friday. You see a typical Friday evening is a time for strolls, cooling off after a long and daunting week of finding X, expanding and differentiating, understanding the causes of Chimurenga War, kutofautisha kati ya pijini na krioli (whatever that means) and the ever confusing philosophy classes. I am glad that you all can relate to this. My best strolling street is the university way, thanks to its combination of floodlights and cool breeze that bring in a romantic panorama and peace of mind. Of importance is that it’s on this highway is where my ideas flow, as you all know writing is my only raison detre. I just had to dwell on the street a little bit
Where were we? Oh, about last Friday on my favorite street. A thought about this particular ‘yellow yellow’ girl I met sometime back in one of the rendezvous. She’s got looks, no need for an x-ray for inner beauty. So I get into the meeting and she’s there seated calmly and patiently, her innocent face focusing on her notebook, she even fails to recognize my grand entry into the meeting. I don’t brag but that meeting couldn’t be held with my absence and don’t ask me why, unless you want to dislocate your lower jawbone. Her skin complexion made her conspicuous and she seemed to be a total stranger in there. I extended my hand for a golden handshake which she never declined, her cool palm met my rough and dirty one, for once in a lifetime the cells felt rejuvenated. Unlike my crush, I won’t talk about her pulchritudinous but rather focus on what made her stick on my mind like forever; her uniqueness and how she packaged herself. Guys, I met a beauty with brains. Never ever in my life has anyone challenged me like she did. Whenever she spoke it felt like the whole universe went on a lock down to listen to her, she was a rare breed, only talked when necessary and whenever she looked to my direction I felt wallet tickling, couldn’t just listen to it since it was that time of the month that you’d rather go to jail than have a balanced diet. By the time we were winding up my intentions had changed, we didn’t even exchange contacts, I simply plugged in the earphones and had Omi’s Cheerleader song on repeat to restructure my bruised mind.
Ever since I’ve been in the lookout for the best topics she might like to talk about when we meet. The more I do this the more I ask myself so many questions like how do you package yourself? This is the question that has been hitting on my big round head from time to time but I guess I have the answer now; making use of what makes you exceptional to win hearts, there is no sweeter victory like winning in a mind game, nary! As physical beauty fades away and age catches with us, the mind grows from time to time, therefore, just the same way you’d give your nail the perfect polish is the same way you should feed your brain with all the healthy and clean content. Tease a man’s mind and he’ll find you more attractive and will stick around you like a moth sticks to a flashlight. You want to scare us away? Prove that you are not worth the stupid random pick-up lines that surface any second we meet these lasses. It has taken me days and I still can’t figure out the best pick up line to tie her down, she is definitely not my average person. Just gave you all a tip to survive in this ever changing society.
