Curiosity killed the cat, but shamed the bachelor
I was with my guys at YMCA, watching the Warriors tussle it out with the UCU Canons in Basketball.
I was with my guys at YMCA, watching the Warriors tussle it out with the UCU Canons in Basketball.
Basketball seems to be a good consolation after consistent frustrations with Arsenal.
Then, Diana rang asking if she could pay me a visit. I said I was home.
That meant I had to jump on a boda and speed off home in Nakulabye. I knew my bud¬dies would laugh at me for abandoning the match for a female visitor at home.
They think that is not being man enough. “You should go on living your life and let the girl find a way to fit in,†we always said. “You cannot break your proggie for a girl who wasn’t on the list of ap¬pointments!â€
So, I did not tell them where I was going. I just disap¬peared.
The rush was also because I left my room in a mess, with an unmade bed, unwashed utensils bearing bush (millet porridge) of last evening and clothes all over the place.
I arrived before her but nev¬ertheless, she found me busy punching the room.
But from the moment Diana stepped into my room, it was like she suddenly turned into a hot cake.
That is when people – and I suspect boys – started call¬ing her non-stop. I felt bad hearing her refer to them as dear, before preferring to continue the conversation from outside the room. This really worked me! Couldn’t a guy have a woman to himself without other guys disrupt¬ing?
That is why, after Diana returned from her long con¬versation with one guy and asked to use the bathroom, I couldn’t resist the temptation to check her phone. I was curious to know if Diana had a guy.
I checked her contacts and there was one titled Precious. But before I switched to mes¬sages, Diana returned to find me at it. It was bad but not as bad as the time I was behind bars. But that will be for next time.
Basketball seems to be a good consolation after consistent frustrations with Arsenal.
Then, Diana rang asking if she could pay me a visit. I said I was home.
That meant I had to jump on a boda and speed off home in Nakulabye. I knew my bud¬dies would laugh at me for abandoning the match for a female visitor at home.
They think that is not being man enough. “You should go on living your life and let the girl find a way to fit in,†we always said. “You cannot break your proggie for a girl who wasn’t on the list of ap¬pointments!â€
So, I did not tell them where I was going. I just disap¬peared.
The rush was also because I left my room in a mess, with an unmade bed, unwashed utensils bearing bush (millet porridge) of last evening and clothes all over the place.
I arrived before her but nev¬ertheless, she found me busy punching the room.
But from the moment Diana stepped into my room, it was like she suddenly turned into a hot cake.
That is when people – and I suspect boys – started call¬ing her non-stop. I felt bad hearing her refer to them as dear, before preferring to continue the conversation from outside the room. This really worked me! Couldn’t a guy have a woman to himself without other guys disrupt¬ing?
That is why, after Diana returned from her long con¬versation with one guy and asked to use the bathroom, I couldn’t resist the temptation to check her phone. I was curious to know if Diana had a guy.
I checked her contacts and there was one titled Precious. But before I switched to mes¬sages, Diana returned to find me at it. It was bad but not as bad as the time I was behind bars. But that will be for next time.