I met this girl on a domestic flight from KAO to KAJ. This was many
years go. It was a 45 minutes flight and she took the seat next to me in
that little 10 seater Cessna CitationJet. I didn’t pay her no
attention. I just sat there and buried myself in Robert Ludlum’s third
chapter of the Cry of the Hallidon. I wore a pair of huge Peltor
Tactical XP Neck ear muffs since I was seated just about adjacent to the
twin Engine plane’s left wing The engine’s relatively high-pitched wail
was so loud as the little bird ascended to about 5000 miles above sea
level. The monotonous muffed sound of the engine must have lulled me to
sleep for I woke up about 30 minutes later and we were already hovering
over Kajjansi. The aerial view as usual breathtaking. She must have been
taken up by the beauty for she said something to me that I didn’t hear.
Not wanting to let me be she nudged me. I took down my muffs and I
turned to look at her. I was upset with myself for having ignored her
since KAO. She was the most beautiful piece of ass I had seen since the
beginning of the year. When the plane landed at KAJ, I helped her with
her luggage and even went the extra mile of dropping her off at her
residential apartment. I politely turned down an invite to step in for a
glass of fresh orange juice under the pretext that I had business to
take care of in town. Soon as I left her place, I was greeted by the
lowest traffic on Entebbe road since the 2010 Alshabab attacks in
Kampala. With Rick Ross’ Rich forever album blaring out of my car
stereo, the twin cam supercharged engine of my ST/B roared past taxis
and a few cheap cars on the route. “Somebody lied, I’ve gotta chopper in
the car…” I chorused with Lil’ Wayne on the remix of the “Am not a
star” song. I got home in time and I soon forgot about the girl I met on
the flight.
Three days later, I was out at Hooters with
my O’G’s Dillar and Sil sipping at half a dozen brown Bell Lager
bottles on our table when a light skinned, petiite chic dressed in a
polka dot skin tight dress to the knees hugged me from the back. A fresh
scent of tropical fruits assailed my sense of smell like a Trojan
infantry descending on the Achaeans. You are my type and I love your
scent, I said while turning to figure out who the hell this blessed
piece of sexy ass was. She walked around to the front of my chair and I
saw she was wearing six-inch Louboutin peep toes that complemented the
black dots on her dress. She bent over and whispered in my ear, am going
home, do you want to drop me? That’s when my memory clicked…she was the
chic I met on the KAO flight. Damn girl, you look as sexy as a bitch, I
screamed. Come here, put some weight on my chest, I said as motioned
her to hug me. We called for multiple rounds of drinks and we partied
like we were in the ‘60’s! I woke up the next morning in her bed. How
the fuck did I get here? I sat on the bed and looked around for clues.
She came back from the kitchen with that glass of fresh orange juice and
she was stack naked. I received the glass of juice and placed in on the
bed side table then turned my attention back to her body...not sure
which one took my attention more-body or booty. I sat between her legs
while I got wet frolicking with her genitals. We got tribal and primal
growling and howling until we soared to the sky and lost our selves
among the stars and comets. Heaven must have been our home for longer
than NASA's maiden space flight back in the 50's, 60's?.
I woke up while she was asleep and crept into my clothes. In the
dinning area I found a booklet and a ball point pen. I scribbled a few
words on it and tumbled down the stairs to the parking space where my
2.5L, 400HP beast sat waiting for me. I ignited the engine and the black
beast coughed once and roared to life. I pulled out of the parking yard
like Lwakataka on the race track.
Back in the house,
she was awakened by the sound of my car downstairs. She yawned, gingerly
ambled to dining room where her attention was drawn to my note on the
dining table. She read it and tears rolled down her face. She couldn’t
believe that I was leaving her and I wasn’t coming back again. You
fucking bastard, you can’t break up with me, not just yet, she screamed
and smashed an empty juice glass against the wall. A million splintered
pieces of glass ricocheted off from the point of impact on wall and
rained all over her dining area.
Three days
later, she checked herself into a hospital along Entebbe road because
she was suicidal. Then she had her mother call me and leave me
voicemails and messages trying to get me to take her back. She went on
all my social media accounts and liked all my pictures and posts from
the past year so I blocked her on everything. I ended up having to
change my phone number because she constantly called and texted me
begging to take her back, then when I didn't reply she insulted me and
threatened me. She sent me a box with $400 worth of gifts for my
birthday. The day preceding my birthday she created a fake account on
Facebook and messaged me 25 times. She's insane, I thought.
I woke up on the 10th of October and a truck was hooting at my
residential gate. The truck was fully loaded with household
accoutrements. I recognized a few of the items and that’s when I knew I
was fucked. Bitch was moving in with me by force!
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