Reasons Uknown

~Maina~

It'd been a while since I sent THE text which actually had been my fault. The two months seemed like five years. It had been tough, something I didn’t see coming. . Not to blow my own horn but I'd been single since like the ice age which by the way is way sadder than it sounds.

I had finally found someone who genuinely liked me and it was going great; until the constant breakups and make-ups began.  In my book, consistency matters in whatever form. Whether I wanted to hit the thank you next button or take her to my mama remains a mystery.(I'll let you stew in the suspense for a while) The connection, however, was undeniable since day one as cliché as that sounds.

I was super busy writing a proposal for work when Shiro hit me up for a party. I put the I in introvert so I wasn't much for it and on I worked, well until Shiro convinced me that this shindig was more important. As an introvert, I meet many girls so this was going to be a walk in the park.

 I was doing nothing on my phone when Shiro introduced me to this super pretty lady, Zawadi. She had a simple look on capped off by a pair of bata ngomas which experts say is the KEBS certification for wife material. We hit it off immediately.  I have no idea how, but I just may have left the house without my personality. We talked about everything there is to talk about including my weird rock collection (don't tell anyone, it’s a secret).

After the party I asked for her number as casually as I could, “I just wanted to check if it works”. Long story short it did work and we lit up each other’s dm’s on WhatsApp. Whenever I went too far with emoji’s I always had my trusted ally Mr Typo to blame it on.

I hadn't texted her in 2 days for reasons unknown even to myself. I kept on pausing my game waiting and hoping for her to text back. A wise man once said never ever double text after being left on read so I called her.

_storyteller.