They were in a taxi, she was tired from a long day of taking someone’s orders in an office and he was fatigued from making orders in another office. They did not talk to the other even though they were seated beside each other: She had earphones plugged in her ears listening to music so that she could pass time as the taxis were stuck in a massive jam on her way home, in a world of her own filled with strings and quartets. He was tired and lost in thought, thoughts of the beautiful lady seated next to him, her fragrance reminded him of the Night Rose during a breezy night, and it smelled like freedom on a stormy night. He could not stop inhaling it, he turned to steal a look at her: her hair all black with traces of golden brown was tied up in a bun on her head and neck seemed so long and fragile, her lips, so wet and tender and her beautiful ivory skin was smooth enough to make a princess jealous, couldn’t expect her to break a sweat, she pursed her lips and kept humming to the music. He looked down at her fingers as she pressed her phone, she had long small but beautiful hands, hands that do not know anything about manual labour. He was so lost in thought that he did not notice her turn to look at him, he cleared his throat and turned away to look through the windows, such a hot evening.
The traffic lights went green and the cars started moving, a slight breeze with a ting of dust blew through the window she turned and looked at this strange but handsome man seated beside her, she had expected him to smell like spices, chewing Kuber and dressed in a quite unfashionable manner but she couldn’t help admit to how stylish he was and did not even smell like spices… most Indians she saw, did or they wore too many gold chains and had very greasy hair. He took out his phone to check the time, it was a smart phone and no screensaver of a woman so she thought maybe he is single.
He turned to her and smiled, she almost chocked; he looked even better when he smiled, he was handing her his phone, she looked at him with a dumbfound look on her face but he kept smiling and put the phone in her hands, she was almost saying she would regret when he tapped the phone and she saw he had written something;
“Hi, this seems very strange and you might frown at me for that but my name is Daha… is it ok if I get your number? Even if you said No, I would understand..”
She did not know if she should trust this Daha man with her number, if Daha was even his real name. She then remembered someone once telling her that she is way too uptight that is why she never meets nice men plus she commended his guts, it wouldn’t have been easy to ask for someone’s number in a taxi.
“Hi Daha, I don’t think I can trust you with my number but I am going to give it to you anyway but if you misuse it, I will block you. Karen…”
She then handed him his phone, he looked at it then smiled sheepishly, looked at her and said ‘Thank You”
Karen couldn’t believe what had just happened, but somehow her heart was racing and she was excited, as she was walking home, she thought about it was something you saw in movies then smiled to herself, he was cute though.
Next morning at office, she got a call from Daha and she couldn’t believe it, he had a British accent, she almost swooned all over the phone but saw her boss walk past her. Daha sounded so good on phone as good as he looked in person that she had to try hard enough not to say “Yes” to everything he said, he asked her for lunch and she said she couldn’t but maybe dinner and he asked he could text her to keep in touch the rest of the day, of course she said “Yes!”
When he hang up, she almost did a happy booty dance around the office but had to keep herself under control, the rest of the day, Karen was too distracted to work.
Daha couldn’t help himself, he kept drifting off into thought, thoughts of the beautiful lady he sat next to in the taxi yesterday, if his Kasule his mechanic had not messed up the Radiator, he wouldn’t have happened to be in that taxi to meet her. Such an exquisite creature, he did not even realize he was smiling all day, all those annoying meetings seemed to have gone too well, he was excited by nature he was a calm man but he was very excited, how can one lady cause such chaos in a man’s heart and mind after a day of meeting?
In the evening he left office, waited for Kasule to drop the car and left for Karen’s office, “Karen” he liked how that rolled off his tongue, her voice on the phone today sounded like music to his ears, she seemed tough, he was nervous, why was he nervous? It wasn’t date, so why was he nervous? She probably had a boyfriend? Wait, why was he even thinking about her relationship status? She is a beautiful woman who probably thought he was some creep who accosted her in a taxi for her number, Ugandan women didn’t like that at all, they are used to being handled with care and respect, and did he disrespect her in any way? He decided to switch on the radio to calm the turmoil in his head.
As he approached her office, he saw her standing at the entrance looking through her phone, she looked like she was about to dance, it made him chuckle a bit.
Karen looked on her right and saw a car driving into the parking lot, saw his face and felt her heart race, he smiled and waved before parking the car for her to get into the car.
He got out, walked over to her and hugged her, she felt like staying in those arms, her head started to bombard her with questions, wasn’t it too soon for to be feeling like this? Was it even right? He might have a girlfriend, worse even, a wife. She pulled away from his arms, walked into the car.
Daha: “Where do you want to go?”
Karen: “Hmmm… anywhere closest to home, how about that?”
……………………………………………………………… (To Be Continued)