Nimepotea saana!
It’s been work, work and
no self. I need a vakay to one of those cute, sublime and exotic destinations. I
will need to revisit my ‘to do’ list.
While I was away, I thought
that maybe I should jolt something on annoyance.
So many times people
cross you and if you are one of those people like me who do not get pissed so
fast, you shall give them haters lotsa second chances. Unfortunately for my
kind, when you push us to the extreme, a thunderous reaction will happen and if
it does, Jesus better come down and rescue the situation. So we chuckle and
smile and hide the bile because we believe in second chances, heheh.
So the other day I was
seated at one of my best cafeterias having a nicely brewed cup of tea. I always
joke that that is dawa ya roho for me. I was indulging in a scrumptious, ‘editios’
(edible; grammar bullied to the core) piece of cake. Don’t look at me like that;
it was a cheat day... lol.
So as I sat their
indulging and enjoying my nice read ‘the Secret’ I see a couple or so I thought
get at each other. Those who know me know that I hate confrontations and especially
so in public. Unfortunately I couldn’t resist hearing the exchange because as
the conversation got hotter their volumes seemed to resonate and increase in pitch.
They seemed a pretty young couple either dating or still in their early days in
marriage. Everyone was soo scandalized. Of cause I could see the disapproval on
everyone’s face. The management really tried to intervene but nothing could
deter the fuming couple.
The cause of the unrest
was that the lady snooped on the man’s phone and realized that the man had a
very ingenious way of saving his lady friends numbers. Apparently, the man
saves his she friends in a very quire if not romantic way. The man is a charmer
and that being his title he effortlessly wins lady’s hearts at even the most unthinkable
of places. He would save the numbers by the place you met. Something like ‘bankbird’,
‘hospitalbird’, ‘flightbird’, ‘toiletbird’, ‘matatubird’, ‘poolbird’, and the
list is countless. So his ‘wifebird’ lol decided to check how her number is
saved. Just guessing, maybe in her mind she thought that she was saved
something like ‘lovebird, hummingbird, homebird, wifebird, conjugalrightbird…
hehe. To her surprise the hubby had save her number as the ‘angrybird’. Like who
does that!! (I’ve always wanted to use that phrase). That was soo hilarious and
at the same time heartbreaking. The poor lady could not stop shedding and cursing.
Some very unprintable words were thrown at the man.
I could see some ladies getting
really worked up and gearing to help the lady defend her ‘bird’ position. You know
women are a little intrusive and detailed. She almost hanged all the dirty
linens right there in the glare of the onlookers. Fortunately a lucky bird
saved the situation. The lady manager of the café managed to calm the lady and
walked her to her office to maybe give her a hot cup of my chai to calm her nerves.
The man just stood there not knowing what to do or who his next charmwee (this
is grammar mutilation) would be. These men will finish us, ewooo!
I just decided to carry
my mizigos and exit before any other woman in the vicinity decided to implore what
bird name they are saved by.
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