Loony Emotions.

She sat busy buried and totally lost in whatever it is she was doing on her laptop.

“Will you prepare supper?” Asked her mum as she walked in.

“This seems like a trap question,”she thought.

“It is not like I have the luxury of saying no.” She thought and came to the conclusion not to answer the query. And to confirm her suspicion, her mum perpetuated and asked her to buy tomatoes and prepare fish for supper.

“These African mum of ours!” She wondered and smiled. She then picked a blue carrier bag and headed for the road. On making a right turn away from home, she saw someone.

Someone she did not expect to see but was elated at seeing. With a red mask, white shirt, and black pair of trousers, he slouched with his head bowed. She stood right in front of him and stretched her fist to say hi now that handshaking is illegal thanks to Covid-19. He looked up and reciprocated.

“What are you doing here,ain’t you supposed to be at work?” She asked.

“Looking for my mum,have you seen her?” He asked.

“Nah, but you might find her by the tailor’s place,” she answered as she exited to go fulfil the errand at hand. It was getting pretty late.

“Damn, he smells nice!” She thought and immediately felt her heart do some aerobics. She immediately brushed off the stupidity and headed her way. As she picked tomatoes, thoughts crossed her mind that he must not be fine. He usually is very jovial but that was not the case when she saw him. She was kind of worried for him.

“I hope I meet him again,”she thought as she headed back home.

“Or not, what the hell! What are all these?” She furiously thought to herself. As she made the left turn to head home, he was the first thing or rather a person that met her eyes.

“Okay universe, what’s not happening?” She questioned. She then grabbed his arm by the biceps and unapologetically (…after all it’s said there is no Sorry in friendship, unless I made this up…) pulled him away from the conversation he was having.

“Do you know how to cook?”She asked.

“Yeah,can cook anything,”he answered.

“Come cook us fish and ugali,” she said as they headed towards her home. She does not know how her hand left the biceps but it felt like their hands were almost touching. Or maybe they did. She liked his perfume up close. Stupid her would have commented and told him his odor was amazing. But thank heavens that came down and sealed her lips.

As she crossed the ditch to head home,she turned to see him make a U-turn.

“Some other day, don’t want mum to kill me (…Oh dear African mums…),” he said as he turned away. She nodded with a smile sitting on her face and got into the house.

“What was that you were feeling you loony lass? You better put your messed up house in order. WHAT WAS THAAAAAT?STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!”