The job or the girl?

May 20, 2011

ON Friday, just a day after Mr. Museveni swore in to rule Uganda for the I-don’t-know term, I had a job interview.

ON Friday, just a day after Mr. Museveni swore in to rule Uganda for the I-don’t-know term, I had a job interview.

That day, I stayed home from work so I could go through my CV. I didn’t want to risk an assignment at my place of work during the time for the interview.

The interview was slated for three o’clock. I don’t know how Carol figured out I was home, but at about midday, she sent me a text inviting me for lunch. That was a problem solved. I had been worrying where I would get the kicomando I intended to have for lunch.

Dressed for the interview, I tapped on Carol’s door. She opened to let me into her arms so fondly I could feel her soft body against me, before entreating me to sit on her couch.

Well, I have been to many girls’ rooms and I know that some apply air freshener but, the air in Carol’s room was fresh. She must have applied one of those Rasasi scents. It was neat too.

She had placed a set of floral decorations in one corner.

I watched her shift about here and there to get me a Mirinda, before finally coming to sit beside me with her photo album in hand. And as we flipped through the pictures, I couldn’t help noticing that her fingers twitched recurrently.

Was she planning something clandestine?

What if she was? I had to think fast. Though the thought of Diana didn’t bother me that much, I knew I had an interview I couldn’t afford to miss.

Somehow, I told her that I was sorry, that I was rushing for an interview.

Ho! You should have seen her! Carol got really upset. She asked me if Diana was the cause of my reaction. But when I shook my head, she screamed at me more, whining about why i had touched her intimately.

Life is funny. I had spent many months praying for a chance at this job, now an interview had come my way and I was regretting why it was set for that time.

But I still had to wrench myself from her cobweb and rush for the interview. Later, Carol refused to pick my calls.

That Saturday found me with the boys and, as usual, our topic was girls. We were discussing circumcision, of all things!

It is the one thing i’m still afraid of. Fire arose in me when everyone seemed to say that girls love circumcised guys. I knew this couldn’t possibly explain my lack of a serious girlfriend. But I don’t know; somehow it hit at me that by the end of the evening I was wondering if I had to get circumcised.

Would I need to ask someone for consent? I feared the pain, the wound, making the situation worse and staying alone, in the event I went in for the knife.

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});