Jane Chima

"You're looking more like a girl, sorry woman, now." "You've added weight in all the right places and there's more to touch. That time you were so skinny!" Eh!. Na wa "I would catcall you to draw your attention, but for where!" "Are you married?" Wow. This man. Let me catch my breath na. "No." "Really?" "Yes", I replied "There's hope for me, then". Ehn? "That time I needed someone like you. You were rigid, yes but I could see the drive and passion". " You walked like someone who wanted to succeed."   He made me try to recall situations I'd forgotten, God. That time of my life is partially buried, thank God. I wondered why I was being reminded of how desperate I can be to succeed. No, this night was not the night for going down memory lane. Why was his memory of me so vivid ? What was it about me? I wanted to know. "How did you know ...

It was 9pm when the vehicle stopped in front of us. I had just finished my lessons with The Lebanese in an opulent neighborhood and was waiting for a ride to my area. Bag tucked neatly under my armpit and earphones plugged, I didn't hear the horn neither did I think the ride was for me. My fellow "aspiring passengers" ran to the vehicle to ask the driver if he was going and later ran back to the where they left me. Militant Pose Ten minutes later, I looked to my right, saw that the car was still there and decided, bold girl that I am, to find out if it was my ride. As soon as I got close, he wound down the window to the passenger's side. Hmmmm. "Good evening sir, which area are you going to?" "I'm going to my house, where are you going to" What? I literally raised my eyebrows. "Come inside if you are going" he continued. I graciously entered and unconsciously covered myself with the blood of Jesus. I waited curiously to see if he'...