The Silicon Dream – Part Two

“Banaange, what are you looking at?!!!” asked Thema.

All along my mind had gone back to where I was standing, waiting for Thema when she appeared with that amazing cat walk which could give Naomi Campbell a run for her money.

This time I had got her off guard although she seemed inquisitive.

I had seen her enjoy the Ethiopian meal menacingly which meant, she was really hungry when she forgot to greet me.

As usual, the ‘Banaange’ needed answers or explanations from me.

She continued to demand for an explanation.

I started, “Looking at you ma babe.”

She gazed at me…

I continued, “Today you have appeared in style, you’ve added a kilo or two. I’ve never seen you look this elegant, dear. You have broken me down.”

She smiled that smile I have only seen with Julia Roberts. I loved the way her eyes sparkled with confidence. She smelt as fresh as a rose.

Feeling fresh myself, I felt like holding her close. I was drawn by this intimate connection.

She breathed in and then out.

As I was preparing myself to go through the ordeal of telling her what it was I was looking at, there was an interlude during which the Queen’s clock said, ‘8:00 p.m.”

It sounded romantic….dooong….dooong….doong.

Unfortunately, it reminded her of her favourite TV show.

The sound was piercing the horizon of our Cartoon East African city.

We were on top of a new building overlooking town from Old Kampala.

The usual traffic had dwindled. The air had begun clearing up. The carbon fumes from second hand Japanese cars were being neutralised by the cool breeze blowing in from Lake Victoria.

We could see the stadium standing out from all structures in the city. The floodlights whose service I hear a certain colonel from North Africa had paid for sixty days to Umeme were doing their task perfectly. It was like day time.

By this time, I was seeing my Silicon Dream come live. My favourite full moon was lighting the horizon of our city from the East at 45 degrees above us.

I was having quality time, I could feel she had realised so with the glances she was romantically stealing at me because she knew what a full moon meant to me especially at that time.

Instinctively, I used this opportunity to unleash the binding matter.

So hypnotised by the deep Rocky Balboa voice from me, my babe dropped this assuring statement, “For me,” she started, “I am not in love with you.”

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