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The moment Friday clocks, I feel a burst of energy. It is the end of the week. I have special plans for every Friday-Every Friday is special. I never go out. I make sure I am in the house by 4pm. This Friday was an interesting day.
I met Maina.
I have a keen eye and ear. I listen and hear, my brain records everything I hear. walking into this thin street, Maina and his friend. With a laptop bag. I realize that, they are struggling to communicate. I intentionally remove my earphones; Where I come from men walk at par. If not, no man will look back at his fellow man. Maina says, I think the solution to this issue is getting a wife bruh!! The accent and words speak immaturity(sorry). I carelessly laugh at his predicament and his solution. A wife!!! What makes him think that is is so simple!!? The feminist in me, thinks what human being cant clean his house or cook for himself? Then Maina notices me
Maina is wiry, his body frame tells me, he needs attention. he got glasses. His hair well kempt. The greatest of this was his perfume, So strong, it was choking even the passersby. An eloquent guy, but the accent steps in to announce his ancestry. I was in his cross-hairs.
Hi, my name is Maina and this is my friend Eduh!! I responded by Okay. My mind asking what is Eduh!! Edwin or Edward!!! These short forms bother me the way sheng bothers me. I can never understand. Maina is facing me, asking me, if his pleas were sensible. I stared. My stares are blank, sometimes, absentminded since it is hard to understand people. Maina continues to shower me with compliments. You are motherly, a thick woman is a good woman. I like your shape. I was lost in thought for a minute. Do I choke this boy out of life or Do I shout at his audacity. For a moment I decided to be human. How old are you? that was the only sensible thing I could ask. he said thirty. I sighed.
The following seconds were uncomfortable for the both of us. Your name is Maina. Well, I am 45 years old and a mother of grown children. I said. I think you should work on yourself. Clean your damn house and eat food. A wife is not a solution. By the way, it is almost 10am. You mean to tell me that, you have not cleaned your house since you woke up? Maina laughs and says relax( seriously what this word mean). Maina clarifies that he needs guidance. Guidance from a woman like me. he needs a woman who understands life and can understand him well. His half-hearted pleas are getting to me, just as his perfume is. He offers to walk me to my house as we figure out a way to help him. I am frozen. I am wondering, how the journey to the office has changed. This was a first one. Where a total strangers invites themselves into your life, and I was taken to the conmen. The ones who hold your hand and all over sudden you handover your valuables to them.
I was mistaken. Maina is a different. he wants to be taken care of. He wants to sit and play computer games at my house. together with my son. He wants to eat and not work. He is looking for a woman to take care of him. He begged. He doesn't mind the age. He just wants peace.
All of a sudden my bright day turned dull. To be continued...............
