WHEN LOVE HAPPENS PART ONE

“Excuse me ma’am, do you have a second?,” asked a tall, dark, yet handsome man. I did not want to look because I had just shut men out of my life after what Fred, my ex did to me two years ago.There were a lot of people in a queue at ZRA, the headquarters in Lusaka.

“Please i wont take long. Just a minute is all that I ask,” He said. Not wanting to seem rude, I turned around to face him and force-faked a smile.

“Say whatever you want to say. As you can see, the situation around is really stuffy and busy so please make it quick,” I rudely responded, my early attempt of being polite failing me. My voice was so loud the people around started looking at me with frowns because of how rude i responded and eagerly waited for this mysterious man’s response. I expected him to be aggressive but I was wrong.

He spoke in a calm voice.

“Please help me. I need your help.” When he said that, i thought to myself, “why me of all people?” Its not like i was at the far end of the queue. I was somewhere in the middle. Why did he ask me?
He continued. “Can you be my wife for a month?” I couldnt help but grin and laugh at his foolishness. Whoever he thought he was. Who was he to walk right up to a stranger and clown about marriage? I looked away. He still pressed on.

“Pardon my manners.”

“Manners?” I thought. “He called this, manners?” I laughed in my head. Then he dropped the bomb.

“My name is Chalwe. Thing is, my mother is flying in tonight from london and I lied to her that i am already married so she is coming to see you.” By this time, i was attentive and didnt realise that i was actually smiling. Chalwe, as i had learned, continued. “I will pay you a huge amount. Just please. please be my wife?” He begged in a low voice after which, he stood closer to me. It was only then that I actually noticed he was a fine looking man. I liked how tall he was and how fresh his breath was, but wait, “was he insane? who does that? And for that matter, in Zambia, really this Chalwe man, really?” He was obviously watching too many American movies. This was Zambia and at the moment, there was Cholera, not fairy tale love that starts on a ZRA queue.

His face really gave me a reason to smile but i really told myself to be serious and growing up, being rude was my natural undoing.

“Chalwe or whatever you call yourself. With all due respect and to avoid embarrassing yourself, leave me alone. What you’re asking is more than impossible for various obvious reasons.” He frowned. I continued. “Apart from that I do not find you attractive and that im not as cheap as you presume i am, one, you’re not my type. Two, you’ll never be my type. Three, I’m engaged to be married in two months so, sorry, I cant do that. Besides, why me?,”

People were moving as we talked so we moved along with the queue. I wore a very very long black dress and as we moved, he (up to now i do not know if it was accidentally) stepped on my dress and i tripped. He caught me. For the first time, we had a silent eye contact as I panted in His protective arms.

“My bad.” He began apologizing. “I’m so sorry madam. i didnt notice how long your beautiful dress is, my apologies”. His apology sounded so genuine as the people behind made some noise in Nyanja. I felt embarrased but this man shifted all my attention to himself. I told him he was forgiven just before it was my turn to be attended to at the counter. I paid my taxes and headed out. I didn’t find the weirdo where I left him so I headed towards the gate, passed many seemingly expensive cars. He was waiting for me outside.

“I will pay you K5000 per week.” He said without warning and waited for me to respond. “By the way,” He continued. “I didn’t even get your name, what is your name?,” he asked. Surprisingly, I was deep in thought because for a second, in my head, I was like, “damn he’s good. I lied that i was engaged to shove him away but he still persisted and not just that. His deal sounded really legit. I mean K5000 per week, just for play acting? Wait, couldn’t this be witchcraft? Or trafficking? Prostitution maybe? Gosh!” I was confused.

I resolved I wasn’t so cheap but my mouth betrayed me.

“well Ba Chalwe. You got yourself a deal but I am not accepting because of the money.” I lied. “I’m just going to help saving you from your mom. So when do we start anyway?” I asked, trying to run away. “Tonight.” He said. “Just let me have your line. ill come pick you up this evening. Mom will be in Zambia at 22:00 exactly”. After saying that, he handed me his phone and without hesitating, i typed my number. I could have typed a wrong one but i didnt. I gave him back the phone. Then we shook hands and i knew that tonight, i was going to be a wife.

Typing. ….

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ROSETTA KNOWS

My name is Lina, and this is my journey.

There are so many places where I could begin my story. I could start in the town where I grew up, in Lusaka, near the University Teaching Hospital (UTH), in the back of the a taxi, en route to the hospital. I could begin when I was eleven years old, on the day my mother died, or when I was fourteen, on the day my dad and my brother were involved in a terrible road traffic accident. My brother died within the first few hours after impact and three days later my father died as well. These were tragic days that have left permanent scars on my heart. But I think I should begin my story here, at the Copperbelt University, so far away from my home in Lusaka. This is where I lost my innocence. This is where my future got shattered.

It is a January day without clouds, and large black birds soar in a sky that is bluer than I have ever seen. We have closed for a two weeks break. I decide to stay back in school because I want to catch up with my studies. I am so behind that my test results testify for the lagging. I am only a freshman but I am already a failure at school and depression is becoming a lifelong friend. I am scared because I am starting to embrace it. Today dawned like any other normal day. The cloudless clear blue sky and the still cool morning breeze had graced the beginning of the day. I do not expect anything special these days. It is just the same old story, and life taking a downward spiral has become like a sibling to my depression.

However, today is different. I walk out of my room, C151 at the far end of a long, hollow and partially darkened corridor. It is darkened because there are rooms on both sides and the only fluorescent tube installed here needed to be changed a long time ago. Our hostels at C block, short for Chambishi Block, were male hostels in the years before 2015 so the masculinity nature and aftermath effects can still be felt. Our ablution block doors are still stained with a lot of “I was here, no climbing, you are live on ZNBC, john Cena’s you can’t see me, monk data, repent! Jesus is coming,” and many more. Some of the corridors still have potholes and the walls still remain covered in a lot of campaign posters, business adverts and other church messages. Our rooms are prone to cases of theft as we, by nature of us being female, are usually defenceless and have to depend on the guys’ response to save us from thieves. For this reason, there is a security wing right at the centre of C block but of late, we are starting to suspect the security guards as the culprits because they always ask the same irrelevant questions if you report any case of theft. They just write down your details in an old hardcover book and life goes on. You just lost whatever was stolen.

As I walk towards the other end of the corridor, leading to where the sun’s light is, I deeply inhale and hold my breath for what seems like an eternity. My chest heaves up like a balloon filled with hot air. I slowly exhale and my chest slowly heaves down as rushed air is released through my nostrils. I am ready to face the day. I step into the light. The brightness makes my eyes twitch as I look up to the sky. The rising sun looks so beautiful and glorious in its Hydrogen-fusing-to-Helium burning state. I had learnt from school that the sun survives by burning Hydrogen atoms into Helium atoms in its core and that infact, it burns 600million tons of Hydrogen each second. In a nutshell, the result of the fusion is the heat we feel and the beautiful light we see. Daily, the sun depicts all kinds of optimism and hope but that is not something I can relate to. Maybe the case of dark grey and gloomy clouds would make me feel at home because my depression supersedes my hope of happiness. The road I am walking through was once a tarred road but is now potholed with patches of mud and water from the recent heavy downpours of rain. I am careful not to step in mud. From where I am, there are two ways I could follow, each leading to an exit; the right hand side extends past the clinic leaving L and K block towards the exit besides P block. The other path is midway between C and Z block, stretching a path past the New Female Hostels that eventually branches to what we call, the FOUNTAIN road. This is the route I take.

I see a couple, clad arm in arm walking ahead of me. I can not clearly hear what they are saying but from their constant laughter, hugging and movements, I see that they are in love and happy. At times I wish I knew how it feels to be in love but I know that’s not my calling. The two love birds are soaring in my space as they embrace and lightly kiss. “Just How does it feel?” I wonder. I walk past them, now in the fountain road but headed towards the basketball court. This is so unlike me, aimlessly taking a walk to God knows where.

I am almost passing the basketball court when a rather sweaty guy stops me. I can tell from his masculinity that he’s a sportsman who works out. His face is smooth with piercing dark eyes. That darkness that makes you feel evil but still want it. His lips are brown and he has beards. Naturally, I do not like beards because I think they itch but surprisingly I’m still looking at him. He’s smiling, and his chest is heaved up. I am fighting temptations. This is wrong.

He clears his throat. I am still analyzing him. He’s wearing a blue vest-like shirt written COMETS with a blue short and snickers. He’s obviously a regular basketball player. He’s taller than me and somehow, I find myself loving his height. What is happening to me?

“Hi.” I am rather disappointed by the voice. It doesn’t sound as manly as he looks.

“Hi” I reply.

“Are you Natasha?”

“No.” I am looking forward to talking to him but again I am not so I respond with just one word. He persists.

“Abigail?”

I resist the urge to smile.

“No”

He continues.

“Oh wait! You’re Angela, right Lina? I mean Tapiwa Margaret?”

I can’t hold it. His plan worked. I smile and actually chuckle. Does he even know that he’s actually mentioned my name as well as my roomy’s (roommates) name in his guess work? I wonder. I reply,

“No. And I don’t have time for your games. I’m in a hurry”

Having said that, I walk away feeling proud and beautiful. I know he’s followed me so I walk on without turning. I take a quick glance behind, I am disappointed. He didn’t actually follow. He’s gone back to his game. I get furious but I can’t go back. But if I don’t, then where am I going? Gosh! I pick up a fake phone call as I turn. “I am not going back” I tell myself as my legs disobey my mind. What happens next is what leads to the shattering of my dreams.

This is me.

My name is Lina, and this is my journey.

Typing….

Booty or Beauty : The Dream Part one (Poetry)

 

So we had a click.
We called it the Chick flick click for we were slick. We made rhymes that made no sense. We were the Goons of our hood and we’d go around wearing hoodies as our identity…

We loved girls. We loved either their booty or beauty. I said we loved girls. We loved either their booty or beauty.

We were flirts. Perves with unknown desire and hunger for sex. We were in constant competition, trying different forms of viagra. People saw men in us but we were just overgrown boys with beards. Beards with emotional stunted growth. We fell in and out of relationships till one day, it hit me. I fell for this one innocent girl but by nature of my nature as a childish flirt, i called her my hot, sexy sauce. . . the sexiest girl I had ever seen. She fell for it.

I wrote poems. I Described her beauty, dignity and innocence till I broke her purity and virginity. I boasted to my friends and said “it was fun but, on to the next one”. I left her heart wide open and dripping for it was broken. Little did I know, it was literally broken. so as a feigned act of solidarity, viagra already taken, I went to her and recited my lines till we got in bed. She cried but i comforted her with my lies. She melted at my words till We made sweet love. Taken by the peak of my pleasure, i did not notice that she was motionless. She had been motionless for a long time.

I, however was in the ecstatic planet and kept on going till I deposited my genes into a lifeless body and fell on top of her panting, feeling accomplished. The viagra worked and i was sure she felt me. However, When the misty fog had passed and my brain started functioning, my heart nearly missed a beat or it did beat twice at once. The innocent girl was long gone and there I was, in my own bedroom with a dead body.
………. …..,…… …………..

Typing.

A LETTER TO MY EX

You left and I wrote words.

I abused the pen as I tried to express my thoughts using ink.
I was left alone, sad and broken.
I was left with so many feelings unfelt
And so many words unspoken,
You once were my love and my life revolved only around you.
I loved you. I treasured you.
I loved and I trusted. My one heart and my one mind.

I gave you my heart, my mind and my all.
How could it be that we never lasted?
How could a love so strong easily crumble and fall?
How could love, trust, passion, responsibility and romance not be enough to save us?
How could envy, jealousy and rumours overpower us?
My love; please, talk to me.
I have tried to let it go.
I can’t.

I still love you. And am not afraid to admit it. Not any more.

Hear me all ye that see. Hear my plea and from me do not flee.
My love is gone and like her, there is no other.
Please help me reach out to her.
I cheated and I lied, which is wrong.
She complained about it and I told her I’d stop.
But sometimes, life is like a song.
I repeatedly cheated and for a time too long,
She couldn’t take it anymore.

I pretended not to care to impress my friends but deep down my heart, I was shattered.
i pretended till we fought.
Baby as I watched you cry for me that night in the bright blue of the moon light,
I cried with you but kept on with the fight.
You slapped me when you found me lying clad, arm in arm with another girl.
I don’t know what came over me.
I clearly lost my sight and the sense of right.
I was trying to be a star to my friends and its only now that I ask myself,
To what end?

Each day, I remember your beautiful smile, your ugly laughter, your weird jokes and your sweet love
Your sweet fragrance, your gentle touch, your loving kisses, your warm embrace, your passion and your kind heart.
There really is none like you.

If I could alter the alphabet, I would change U and I back to US.
You’ve obviously moved on but I am still here, stuck, lonely and alone.
The lonely social.
I am a fool to ever lose someone like you.

How could I have been busy building friendships, chasing dreams and yet left my love behind?
How could I be so blind?
All you did was love me and care for me.
Truly we men have got problems when we know someone deeply loves us.
My love, my baby, my woman, my little lady.
I know we won’t get back together and I know you won’t read this because you blocked me but either ways,

If this message ever reaches you, please know that I STILL LOVE YOU BABY.
I STILL NEED YOU AND I STILL CARE FOR YOU.
I guess this time I really need to pay the price we all pay for being playful, flirty and careless.
I MISS YOU MY LOVE….
I MISS YOU…

YOU LEFT AND I WROTE WORDS.

#onemind

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART 3

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART 3 (RATED)

Then their lips met. Rosetta went to the moon and came back right in that moment. His lips felt soft, this kind of pleasure couldn’t be legal. His tongue gently proded her slightly parted lips, seeking to pry them open. She responded opening her mouth further. She felt something firm and wet, unlike her own, warm seeking to engage her own tongue in a tango. He nibbled on her upper lip whilst at the same time flicking his tongue in her mouth. His hands dropped further to cup her bottom, gently squeezing and lift her up so that his pelvis was at par with hers. He left her mouth, leaving her feeling empty and cold, and moved laying little fluttery kisses from her left ear all the way down to her shoulder. Each kiss topped off with a little bite. Rosetta let a long sigh, oh God this felt good, she was moaning.

Steve smiled, those sounds meant he was hitting it right on the spot. He kissed and nibbled his way to her earlobe, caressed it with his tongue and bit it just a little bit. He could already see the fabric of her shirt straining and her chest heaving up and down with each breath. She threw her head back, exposing her neck even further…looks like another area was begging for his attention.

“Stephen”….. “Oh Stephen”…..”aaaahh” …”yes” her body was starting to burn. to scream. to want. she was craving. Stephen was firmly holding her as his moist and heated mouth continued to eat her flesh away, biting her neck. Her legs were growing weak at this sensation. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his mouth continued to explore her body. Her first feelings of what was yet to come soon passed through her as he bit her left mound through the fabric.

Excitement shot to the very center of her core. Her inner goddess was on fire, screaming and drooling at his maneuver. His left hand slowly slid from her waist to her bottom behind; up and over her flesh and back up again. Meanwhile, his right hand slowly cupped her right mound whose apex was fully erect. He gently fondled it. It was like he was in slow motion. Every single touch of his taking her closer to that much envied blissful planet of ecstasy.

“oooooh…yess” she was breathing heavily. Her hands circling his head. His left hand slowly started creeping beneath her slack. The first contact of his fingers with her bare skin behind partially sent her over the edge. She lost all balance and had to hold on tightly to him. He lifted his face to meet hers, leaving wet patches on her shirt with the lining of her mounds clearly showing. Their lips slowly touched again as his hand behind on her bare skin kept going lower and lower.

Wanting to be gentle, he was slow in kissing her but she had more urgent needs. She did not need to be slow. Not now. Not with his hand nearly reaching its target while his other hand was sliding beneath her top to undo her bra. Its like he had a third hand. Her tongue entered his mouth, searching, wanting. Her breathing was heavy.

His hand touched that soft and warm spot. Aaaah yes!!!!! Her fabric was sticky. Her wanton flesh was wet and warm. She needed to be touched so she ached her hips to give him access. He knew how she was feeling so he teased her by first….

To be continued…..

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH DAY OF THE BLACK SUN

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART FOUR (RATED)

“Stephen”….. “Oh Stephen”…..”aaaahh¬” …”yes” her body was starting to burn. to scream. to want. she was craving. Stephen was firmly holding her as his moist and heated mouth continued to eat her flesh away, biting her neck. Her legs were growing weak at this sensation. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his mouth continued to explore her body. Her first feelings of what was yet to come soon passed through her as he bit her left mound through the fabric. Excitement shot to the very center of her core. Her inner goddess was on fire, screaming and drooling at his maneuver. His left hand slowly slid from her waist to her bottom behind; up and over her flesh and back up again. Meanwhile, his right hand slowly cupped her right mound whose apex was fully erect. He gently fondled it. It was like he was in slow motion. Every single touch of his taking her closer to that much envied blissful planet of ecstasy.
“oooooh…yess” she was breathing heavily. Her hands circling his head. His left hand slowly started creeping beneath her slack. The first contact of his fingers with her bare skin behind partially sent her over the edge. She lost all balance and had to hold on tightly to him. He lifted his face to meet hers, leaving wet patches on her shirt with the lining of her mounds clearly showing. Their lips slowly touched again as his hand behind on her bare skin kept going lower and lower. Wanting to be gentle, he was slow in kissing her but she had more urgent needs. She did not need to be slow. Not now. Not with his hand nearly reaching its target while his other hand was sliding beneath her top to undo her bra. Its like he had a third hand. Her tongue entered his mouth, searching, wanting. Her breathing was heavy.
His hand touched that soft and warm spot. Aaaah yes!!!!! Her fabric was sticky. Her wanton flesh was wet and warm. She needed to be touched so she ached he hips to give him access. He knew how she was feeling so he teased her by first brushing a hand past her moist sensitive area. Rosetta wasn’t on earth anymore. She need more his hand there. She pushed her hips to reach his hand but he moved it away.

“Stephen, please”…. She was in desperate need.

“please what?” he asked as he passionately kissed her. She felt like she was dripping. She felt extremely wet, hot and high. It pained to feel so much in need and yet be denied. She needed to be satisfied. She had to.
Stephen’s hand past over her precious rose again, this time slowly circling it as he went lower to that part in most need. She needed to feel him inside her. She was dying for his fingers. Her underwear did her no justice as it was preventing Steve’s hand from entering her.

“Take it off” she managed to whisper, her tongue still in his mouth. She was tugging at his shirt, driving her soft hands beneath his shirt, all over his chest and ultimately down to his trousers. Her heart nearly missed a beat. There was a large bulge on his trousers. She wanted to feel it so she did. She rubbed her hand up and about his hardened shaft whose figure was clearly visible through the jeans. Knowing he was so hard for her made her even more wet. She fumbled to undo his belt. She wanted to feel his flesh in her hand. She had just heard stories of how precious it is to hold a man’s shaft in your hands. She was moments away.

“ooooh…aaaaaahhhhh” she felt a hint of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure. Steve had just quickly inserted a finger inside her.

“oh yes!!!!…ahhhh …asssshhh….uuuuhhhh…ahhhh…yes….yess…please…” tears were coming out of her eyes. This pleasure was unknown to her. She sucked his tongue as more desperation overtook her. Meanwhile, her hands were still stroking his shaft through the jeans as she had failed to unbuckle his belt. Steve felt some precum. He knew he was as high as she was. Or so he thought.

Abruptly, he removed his finger from where it was and inserted it back again ever so slowly she screamed her orgasm out. He then started pushing his finger in a circular motion. In and out. There was no friction anymore. Rosetta was literally wet with pleasure. It was building. It was nearly there. She was about to have her first real climax.

“please Steve”… she did not intend to say any of this.
“whats my name?” he mocked in between their passionate kiss.
“aaah yes!!!”… she was striding his hand to go deeper. “don’t stop” …ahhh yes” ‘…oh Steve”… she bit his tongue as finally she managed to slide her hand beneath his trousers and boxer to his pulsating hardened member. The feel of of blood rushing through his veins in her hand, his intoxicating mouth and the circular motion of his finger between her legs was more than she could take.
“come for me baby” that’s all she needed to hear.

“oh my gaaa……”…”aaaaaaahhhhh”…”yeeeeeeeesssss”…. “steeeeeeeeeeevvveeeeee”

Her brain escaped her head for a split second as her muscles tightened and contracted on his fingers. Steve never let up with the motion though the hole had become smaller and wetter. She ached back and forth as the pleasure swept through. This was more than she had heard, watched or read. He kept pushing in and out sending her into an unknown planet of leisure. She stroked his shaft as it all built up. Her legs grew weak. Steve firmly held her till her muscles relaxed and flexed.

“I love you Stephen!” she did not know whether she did not mean that. She laid her head on his chest and when the surge had passed, she felt this unknown happiness. She smiled with her hand still holding him. Steve was glad foreplay took her over the edge. She looked at his face. He looked at her. She had an evil smile on her face.

“thank you!” she whispered and kissed him, ever so slowly while she moved them towards the bed. Steve sensed this and broke the kiss. Removed her hand from his trousers and lifted her to the bed where he laid her. Then he started taking off his shirt while she unbuckled his belt. She had seen this before. So she tried to work it the way she saw it. Once his trousers dropped, she licked the lining of his member through the fabric of his white boxer. Stephen was dripping. The sensation was too much. He couldn’t let himself go over the edge now. Not before she felt him. He bent down to crop her top over hear head. She offered no resistance at all. As a compliment, she kissed his nipples as he undid her bra exposing the most gorgeous chest he had ever seen. A cool breeze passed over her bare chest as she stared into his eyes. She wanted him. He wanted her. This was Stephen. This was Rosetta. This was right and this was, THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY. He…..

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH: DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART ONE

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH: DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART ONE

Deep breaths. She was in a hurry. She couldn’t afford to be late again. Yesterday was so tiring and frustrating. She had stood in the queue from dawn to dusk but did not manage to even reach half way. THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY she imagined was an organized place where registration was done online and not on-line. She had imagined she would be received by smiling faces, directing her where to go and helping her with the entire process. She was wrong. At 06:30 hours in the morning, she was number 147 on the queue which would drain her and prove her fantasies wrong. CBU was more like a white elephant, an old and still aging lady past her prime. This was depressing. Everyone was busy minding their own business, pushing and pulling one another in an attempt to enter the clinic first. This was hell. This was yesterday. She hated this place already.

“Arrrgh!!!” She looked at her watch as she reached the main gate; 05:30 was the time. She smiled. Atleast she wouldn’t be number 147 today. She hurried even more, nearly running. The security guards couldnt help but admire how her nicely shaped body swerved from side to side as she sped past them. She was beautiful. One of them whistled and she pretended not to hear a thing though the thought of being admired made her even more comfortable. So she intentionally walked in a manner her body figure came out (alikafumya umwaiche). She reached the clinic at exactly 5:45. Her steps came to a halt. The queue today was even longer than that of yesterday. “where do these people sleep?” She wondered.

Rosetta wanted to cry. She felt so discouraged and sad. It was going to be another long day on the queue. She lazily walked to the back with white Samsung earsets plugged in her ears though nothing was playing. She pretended to be busy on her phone as she noticed some fairly handsome guy steal glances at her. Each time she looked in his direction, she found him looking at her and smiling at her then he would look away like he wasn’t looking at her. She always liked the feeling of being admired. It warmed her heart that someone would really appreciate the way she was made. She found it flattering. The clinic opened at 08:03. By then she was near the copy centre. The pushing and the pulling started. She hated this.

At 10:00 hours, she was still near the copy centre. She noticed girls that found her on the queue were not spending more than 10 minutes on the queue. They were just going direct with some COBUSU OFFICIALS. How she wished she knew one of these kind and generous guys. The only thing she liked about today was that it wasn’t as hot as yesterday. A cool breeze passed. She deeply breezed with her eyes slightly closed. When she exhaled, the guy that was staring at her earlier was standing next to her. He wasn’t bad. Actually, she thought he was kind of handsome but still she feigned to be busy on her phone. He had cologne so nice; she stole a glance at him; white vee neck tee shirt, neat blue jeans and some nice black canvas. He waved at her but she ignored, still pretending to be typing on her phone and listening to silent music.

“Hi!” he said not wanting everyone to know he was forcing a conversation. She did not respond so he instinctively tapped her shoulder. Electricity surged through her. She could not understand what she felt at that moment. She wanted to make a scene but again, she did not want to make a scene. She took her earsets off and looked at him with a questioning face. Gosh!! He was nice. He smiled.

“Oh!!” he started. “Hi. Uhm… am Stephen. But you can call me Steve”. He extended a hand. She hesitated.

“Hi.” Her voice sounded sweet to his ears. “am Rosetta but you can call me Rose”

“I already know your name” he joked.

“really?” she was shocked. “how? I mean from where?”

“I called airtel and asked if they had any beautiful customers but was told they only had one Rosetta so they gave me your line and I must admit, they weren’t lying.”

She knew he was lying. Ofcourse that was a lie but it was sweet. She blushed and smiled.

“Well, am on MTN so maybe try the next girl”
They both laughed.

“Ok you got me” he chuckled. “I saw you here even yesterday. I thought you had managed to enter.” This was a purified lie.

“I wish I did.” Irritation settling in. “CBU isn’t fair. Those girls just keep entering but they already found us here. I wish I knew some people aswell coz am tired.”

“a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be standing too long on a queue of ugly girls…hehehe….I’ll be back in a bit.”

He left her smiling and atleast feeling much better. Finally she found some charming guy she could talk to. Within five minutes he was back with a buff man wearing an apron.

“Ela!” started Monk Chipo. “Rosetta Lipenga, Follow me.” She wasted no time as envious eyes from her fellow girls followed her. She entered and within a few minutes she was out, smiling, flattered and happy. Stephen was unbelievable. She walked towards one of the tables to buy a COBUSU receipt. STEPHEN sneaked behind her and stopped her.

“I have a surprise for you. Here is a COBUSU receipt for you. Just to appreciate such a beautiful girl even saying hi to me.” Her mind said no to the receipt but her body already got it. It was already written R. LIPENGA on it.
“well, Steve,” she was short of words. “why are you doing this?”
“What am I doing?” he teased. “I have never seen such beauty in my life and I couldn’t bear seeing you standing in that queue.” Every word he said was sweet.
“Please stop flattering me. Am not even that beautiful”. The entire time, that was the statement he was waiting for. His plan was officially underway. “Let me take you upstairs”

TO BE CONTINUED SHORTLY.