To The Men That Come And Go.

Today is regular Friday. And regular Fridays mean I’m indoors; comfortable and suited up in my bunny styled onesie. Regular Fridays are distinctly for catching up with all the New Amsterdam seasons’ episodes and I seriously do not want to be disturbed by anyone!

Peace and serenity.

Finally I’ve laid out all my snacks, according to my favourites, on the mahogany lounge table. Jelly babies first, smarties second then finally salted Lays. I strategically switch off some lights, leaving the lounge dimly lit. Let the romance begin. Then I’m warmly welcomed and embraced by the lush and bouncy sofa and within seconds we become one like lovers.

I press play.

“Arghhh unbelievable how hard Dr Max is working at the hospital when he is also battling cancer for pits sake.” I silently think to myself. Also if I was put in Dr Max’s situation would I have continued working as hard, or would I have stepped down to deal with the cancer. The series is only 10 minutes in and finally someone decides to abruptly disturb my serenity.

Sigh.

Ding ding, I know that sound. I hate that sound especially on regular Fridays. It’s my phone alerting me that I just received a message. “Who could this be?” I think to myself as I try to stretch my arm out for the phone. Ding Ding again! Arghhh that sound again, I murmur, rolling my eyes because I just cant seem to reach the phone and stay comfortable at the same time!

Alas Victory! I flip the phone to face me and I see the two messages that read “hey Nat, how’s your Friday going? “Sorry hope I am not disturbing was just thinking about you…a whole lot”

I wince my face in response, because yes nigga you are really disturbing my Regular Friday! I reckon his name is Munashe. It must be Munashe! Gosh I hope I am right because I ceased saving the numbers of these kinds of men, the men who came and went as they pleased!

Yet oddly enough I feel some kind of heavy obligation to entertain you, only because you were one of the nicer ones. But you, God and myself know that this conversation has already reached its dead end. This devious game of “lets play ghost” isn’t new to me, and losing to you and them has become so familiar.

So this is how the game normally begins:

1. You start liking my tweets and commenting on my Instagram pictures. That’s how millennials let you know they are interested. You obviously try your very best to not seem like a creepy stalker and unfortunately I still think you’re a creepy but cute stalker.

I get the message.

2. Finally you soldier up and send me a message in my DMs. It’s something corny and funny, that prompts me to respond. Welcome! I have been expecting you and your small talk! I never enjoy small talk; most times it’s so awkward and uncomfortable! But this is a good time to practise my patience and hope there is gold at the end of this rainbow. After a handful of chats, you ask for my number and I gladly give it you.
3. We continue engaging in small talk for a day or two. Then finally I break the ice and ask you something more personal, like what you feel is your biggest flaw. I would normally never ever do this in a face-to-face conversation. But something about no eye contact, and no body language makes me at ease, makes me braver. You respond, truthfully I assume, but overtime I find out I was wrong about expecting the truth and realise that you can barely keep up with these lies.
4. We never miss a day to talk. You’re the highlight of my days, and the best times for me , are the pillow talk hours, where we share a secret intimacy. But then I found out that right after our call you shared yourself with Her too. I only had a teaspoon taste of you and now I’m high of your drugs of lies and manipulation. You never were mine, but I realise how I was always an option.
5. Then the glasshouse shutters! Gradually I hear from you less and less. The conversations become shorter and tedious. It doesn’t take me long to realise that you’ve lost interest. And it takes me longer to accept it. Now my heart is flooded with regret and disappointment. I wish you hadn’t grown onto me so quickly.

And finally after 3 weeks of not hearing from you, your messages pop up in my notifications on my Regular Friday. I have a million and a half questions to ask why you choose to be present for a couple of weeks and stone cold for the following weeks. Your inconsistency with me leaves me pondering on what exactly I could be lacking in order for you to choose me and stay. You’re not the first man to come and go, but Ive assured myself you will be the last.

 

So to the men who come and go

You must know now

I will not give you me

If it’s me that you want

  You will find God first

Then You will find me

You will come

And you will stay

Remember you are never alone

Love Nat

xxx

 

Are You Searching For You In Me?

Only your perfume scent lingers on my deep mahogany skin

It’s as sweet as my sugar on the good days

For a couple of days in the month

I sit still tracing your bites of passion on my neck, in between my thighs and on my favourite boob

You are yet to name her

Meanwhile your soft delicate fingerprints leave a trail on my lower back

And this trail will lead you back home to me

 

I feel you searching,

Your deep-set stares questioning our mystery

And fighting,

Desperately,

To find You in Me

 

Is it in the way I make you laugh?

Is it in the way I let you grab my hand and all my fears when we cross the street?

Or is it the peaceful silence where only our eyes speak

Or maybe its the way you gently press into me as we hug

Just long enough to let your soul respond to mine

 

It’s been years now

I have shared my hidden parts

Where only God knew

So I have to ask

Have you finally found You in Me?

 

Are we going to survive our 20’s? : Friendships and Relationships

 

Dear Reader,

We are bravely marching on into the third month of 2019 and well my life has had a very low start! Basically I had proclaimed and spoken into existence that this is my year and great things were going to happen, some planned and some unplanned. Unfortunately, as we cruise into March, I have only had some disheartening and unplanned surprises.

To date I feel like I have lost more ground than gained any in terms of friendships and romantic relationships. Allow me to explain. Recently I had a heart-wrenching fall out with one of my closest friends, someone I truly love, respect and adore. I shared absolutely everything cool and gross about me with my friend. He took me as I was, sharpened me in my areas of weakness and constantly reminded me of my greatness. He constantly epitomised the phrase “a friend in need is a friend indeed”. We were inseparable up until a few weeks ago. Unfortunately a gruesome mistake was made on my end of the rope and as much as I tried to mend the broken trust and bond, I failed dismally. My old friend has terminated our friendship and for once in my life I had to respect his wishes and not fight it in anyway. To be frank, I haven’t slept in days, and between my fervent crying and binge eating, books and prayer keep me barely afloat.

Through losing so many friendships over the years, I’m beginning to digest the harsh reality that perhaps friendships in our twenties are temporary and seasonal. Life changes and events are constantly occurring at lightning rates, and anything struck by lightning rarely lives to see another sunrise. Seemingly no one in our age group is quite figured out yet, especially young Zimbabweans who are making migration plans seeking out stable and better futures for themselves. And because we aren’t quite settled and stable in our own lives, we find that this effect may also spill over into our friendships. With everyone going everywhere and with everyone doing everything, is it possible to build steady, reliable and fun friendships?

Am I insinuating that the geographical distance between friends is the only factor that determines the quality and longevity of friendships? Absolutely not ! But if we are honest, we cannot ignore the importance of spending quality time with a friend, which means you need to be in the same geographical location to spend weekends together doing activities you both enjoy. Friendships, as I am learning, require more than just whatsapp messages and face time video calls. There is always that unspoken longing to be in each other’s presence. To see each other, hug, laugh, smile and cry. Those are the moments where beautiful memories are created. Those are the memories that last well into our life-times.

Admittedly some old friendships in our twenties can also become unintentionally complex. I have experienced this in some of my old friendships. Sometimes, it can be really hard to let go of your childhood and high school friends. Yet the mere truth is that, as people we grow and evolve, this eventually leads us into out growing each other. When distance kicks in and out growing one another happens it sucks because the friendship is strained and suffers tremendously. Old friends are familiar, warm and above all comfortable and letting go of familiarity and comfort is terrifying. But it is necessary to love and let go especially when the run and season is over with that particular friend. My muddied twenties continually teach me that it’s good and necessary to let the dead friendships rest go in order to find new ones. You cannot grow new flowers where old dead ones still lay.

Relationships can also be a very complex issue for some twenty something’s such as myself. In trying to figure yourself out, trying to figure out what you want next in life and trying so hard to get over that one ex, the space to love and share yourself with someone else becomes limited. Its not that we don’t want to share our time and ourselves with potential partners, sometimes we just don’t know how to go about this, even if we tried. Another grating reality we face is that sometimes the person you are so interested in knowing does not even like you or have any intentions of pursuing you. *CHOKE* And this is such a vicious cycle because the person you are not interested in would be willing to move the ocean and sky to make you happy. I just recently pulled myself out of this cycle, barely alive, because all the energy I was using to get him to notice and like me I have decided to dedicate towards improving myself in all areas.

Fortunately and unfortunately I have been single for two years and counting. The first year of my singleness was very interesting because it was a dangerous and near fatal rollercoaster ride. I found myself desperately trying to convince my ex boyfriend we could still try one more time! The second year was when I had to face the rejection, take a step back and allow the healing to happen. And well now I wouldn’t say having companionship is major priority for me, but I do want to share myself with someone one good day.

My twenties so far have been filled with so many highs and lows. And sometimes my lows have really kept me down and under. And guess what that’s okay! Sometimes its necessary to take that time to wallow in the pits life dragged you into. It’s after the wallowing and mourning that you become ready to get out again, feel the sun on your face and keep trying. We all deserve to share ourselves and accept other people’s invitations to share their full lives with us.

 

Life is not making much sense at the moment.

It’s like a house on fire for most of us.

But even the fire cannot destroy the foundation.

You are the foundation and you will stand again.

 

Remember you are never alone
Love Nat
xxx

Almost Home

The very first time I heard your laugh,

I slowly gasped my next breath

And went dead quiet on the phone

Your repeated “helloes, hey Nat are you still there”

Let me know that you believed we had lost the connection

But I promise I was still connected

 

The bubbly and deep vibrations in your laugh

Made my eyes squint and prompted the first smile of my day

It’s in these unforgettable minutes and seconds I am reminded of Gods existence

It’s the warm base in your voice that gives me the rare kind of eruptive butterflies

The kind that only begin to fade when I lay my head to rest

 

Admittedly I am drawn to the God in you

The manner in which you chose to love, worship and honour Him

The manner in which that same love overflows and sips out from you into me

It’s in those unforgettable seconds and minutes

That I am reminded of Gods existence.

 

Instinctively I started making plans for us

But just a few nights ago

God laughed so hard it broke me.

 

You didn’t laugh much on our last call

Nor did I gasp, or squint or

Remember that God existed even in the silence

So we sat still and frozen in the dismal echoing silence

Loud Seconds ticking into minutes

And we both knew we had lost the connection.

 

I know now what I was afraid to ask

I know now that you are somebody’s someone

I know now that He proved his existence and brought love to you

And that you have found home

To me

You were almost home…

 

A Time For Everything.

Ecclesiastes 3 vs. 1-8

Dear reader,

I, like the millions of other people on earth, have read this chapter in the bible countless of times. It’s so common amongst us believers and yet its meaning and understanding has not been fully unfolded. Our Pastors and Prophets have preached these verses to us in moments of despair, loss and victory. These verses surely remind of us of how fragile we truly are and how we will never be the masters of time.

Admittedly, these last couple of months I have found myself continuously reading this chapter. I read the loudest towards the end of the verse when it emphasises on hope, joy, encouragement, winning, peace, mending and healing. The first parts of the verses normally emphasises that they will be pain, loss, grief, death, weeping, silence, searching and war. I read those parts the softest because we never want to experience those parts. Those parts and seasons break and change us. And sometimes we silently fear that we may never recover from those traumas and lows of life.

With this year coming to a close, I have experienced and learnt the true meaning of “there is time for everything under this sun”. There is so little we can do to avoid loss, death, grief, silence and war. We may believe that we can resist or procrastinate the challenging season but we will never be able to run from it. I certainly couldn’t run from my exigent seasons.

 

My time of grief and loss has come.

 

Lately I have been in a time of loss, grief and searching. I lost a lover, a man I loved, prayed for and cherished. With all my uncertainty about marriage He was one person I was sure I could possibly spend the rest of his life with. And that was a big deal for me. It still is. I made myself believe that there was absolutely nothing that could break our bond. I was headstrong in believing that he was my soul mate and I was his too. Even after being out of touch for years, I still found myself praying for him and for us. Well, I haven’t said a prayer for Him lately. He has completely moved on and made it known to me that I was no longer the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with…

Most of my weekends have become drawn out. Im filled with a heavy and unimaginable amount of sadness. The past weeks have been excruciatingly gloomy. My thoughts and emotions of regret, anger, confusion and rejection have clouded all the other good things happening. These past weeks I have felt the least brave, the least happy or even alive. The cracks in the walls and foundations of my building were obviously and painfully evident. I chose to ignore them. Now the weight of the collapsed ceiling has left me crushed and motionless. I feel so dejected concerning my love life. Coming to terms with the fact that someone does not like you as much as you love them is gut wrenching.

My small circle of close friends is flourishing in this area. They are either in committed relationships or are actively dating different kinds of men. Lately all I do is listen to my their stories on how they have found love and most importantly how love has found them. I can hear it in the their bubbly voices, I can see it in the radiance of their smiles and I can feel it in their hugs and touch. I’m happy for them. I too will find new love, and new love will find me.

I will find hope and comfort in reading these verses :

“a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

 

Remember you are never alone

Love Nat

Xxx

A Lover’s Broken Promise. (Part 2)

Wadzi lay dead still under her blush pink duvet. She had her legs spread out, with each foot touching the ends of her single bed. Her Afro hair had become a matted and shrunken mop. Her face was partially buried under her folded arms and she still remained motionless. She had buried herself. The only thing that showed Wadzi was alive was how her duvet gently moved up and down as she breathed.

As she begun to slowly rise and turn towards her TV, Fairy-tale by Liquideep begun playing. Wadzi suddenly stopped turning as she felt a sharp and vibrating sting travel through her body. The panging vibrations continued for some minutes. She had no choice but to endure the numbness. Fairy-tale was the song that her and Tino danced to when they first met three years ago at Eden nightclub. Wadzi was on a strictly girls night out to celebrate her 22^nd birthday. She vowed to dance till she dropped and her favourite d.j made the challenge even more enjoyable. The best part of Wadzi’s night was having the d.j give her a birthday shout out. This birthday shout out then led to the men’s attention being shifted to Wadzi and her five beautiful girlfriends. Liquideep’s Fairy-tale then started playing and the entire club erupted into a frenzy. The house song had become the hit of the year and undisputedly one of Wadzi’s favourite songs.

As she was dancing, she accidentally bumped into a tall, buff and mahogany skinned man. Without breaking their rhythm, they both continued dancing bum-to-bum and singing along to the song. The slightly tipsy pair of strangers finally turned to face each other as the song was coming to an end. They had been close enough to hear each other breath. Finally after a few seconds of silence between them he gently leaned into Wadzi’s ear and introduced himself.

“Oh hey I’m Tino, you are an amazing dancer,” he said

Wadzi laughed at his cheeky and cheesy compliment because she knew that it wasn’t her who was dancing, it was her alter ego. She never responded but rather took his arm and led him through the crowd, to the sitting area. The over used couches were overflowing with lust filled couples, sugar babies and daddies and finally the rejected singles. They sat in the extreme corner of the long couch, with him leaning against the wall. It was much quieter in the sitting area than the dance floor. Finally she got the chance to introduce herself to him.

“Thank you Tino, but if you must know the truth, that wasn’t me dancing, it was my alter ego.” she said with a naught twinkle in her large hazel eyes.

“I am Wadzanai by the way,” she concluded.

“Oh well alter ego or not, you’re a great dancer Wadzi” Tino said

“Hey are you from around here, I’ve been here a couple of times and haven’t seen you around” she said.

“Oh yea I just recently moved back from South Africa, after a decade”

“Whaaat! That’s a long time. Back for the wife and kids I presume” she teased him and closely watched his reaction.

“Hahaha nope not at all, it’s a long story. But I am very single and ready to mingle Wadzi. I would love to tell you more about it over drinks this week.” He said

Suddenly Wadzi’s best friend Kundai rushed through the sea of drunkards and reached Wadzi breathing frantically. Kundai pulled her best friend by the arm, lifting her off her seat and briefly smiled at Tino telling him there was a girl’s emergency.

“Wait Kundai wait!” Wadzi pleaded.

“Dude Wadzi we thought we had completely lost you! We spilt in the whole club so we could find you” Thank God you’re fine girl” Gugu said as she continuously pulled Wadzi in her wanted direction.

Tino finally gathered some bravery and quickly caught up with Wadzi and her frantic best friend. He stopped Kundai and gently requested for just a minute more and after they could leave. Kundai obliged and let the pair talk one last time.

“Wadzi so you say yes to drinks and don’t even give a guy your number” he said.

“Ha-ha firstly I never said yes to you Mr, and secondly give me your phone,”

Tino was as quick as lightning as he pulled his phone out and handed it to Wadzi who punched in her number and saved it was “Wadzanai the great dancer”. When he saw this he giggled with excitement and satisfaction. He let them go their way and watched them walk hand in hand, occasionally breaking apart to twerk to the music. Wadzi could have never forgotten that incredible night.

Her trance was abruptly interrupted by the constant blipping of her phone. Some of the messages previewed and read:

“Please Wadzi answer my calls, I really want to talk and make this right”

“Baby I miss you so much, and I know you cant forgive me now for what I did, but please reply.

“wadzanai, mudiwa please I am begging you. Please lets meet this Friday at our usual spot”

“Wadzi…say something.”

She never opened the messages but chose to turn off her TV and sink back into the bed that had loyally kept her warm and alive for the past days.

A Lover’s Broken Promise. (Part One)

“ I owe you absolutely nothing Tino,” she screamed using all the might that had been trapped for a long time in her petite body.

“Yes but you are not understanding Wadzi, I am trying to explain to you exactly what happened and you won’t let me fi…”

“Just shut up! Stop right there before you turn me into my mother Tinotenda” Wadzi said as she was frantically collecting her lingerie in a bathroom they had once shared intimate moments for the past 3 years.

Her eyes burned with so many tears that were begging to be released. All she wanted to do was let the floodgates loose, right there, right in that moment. But she couldn’t. Not in front of him. Showing her weakness was never an option.

“Listen Wadzi I had planned to tell you this weekend when I realised how serious you were about getting married” he said, leaning against the bathroom door.

It’s as if those very words somehow triggered Wadzi’s anger and rage into a different level. She suddenly dropped all her belongings and slowly turned to face her newfound traitor. She was boiling with rage and Tino could tell as she begun trembling.

“ Planning, you were planning to tell me your biggest secret after three years of me baring my body and soul to you Tino!” She whispered.

Her pain filled the entire bathroom making it even harder for her to breathe. Wadzi’s hands had formed small fists of rage and her eyes remained locked straight into her enemy’s soul. It’s as if Tino could feel her deathly stare and chose to completely avoid eye contact with his soon to be ex lover.

“I mean yes, I never wanted you to find out the way you did Wadzi. I had even wanted to give you the option to leave or stay with me after I told you” Tino said, with his face still facing the floral ceramic bathroom floor.

“Ohhhh really Mr! You make it sound like I would have made the decision to stay by your side even after lying to my face for 3 whole years” she said, still fighting every attempt her tears made at escaping.

Her words had successfully penetrated into Tino’s soul because there was a heavy and uneasy silence that descended into the room. Every second of silence made the bathroom smaller and smaller in size. They were both drowning in this ocean of a nightmare.

“What w-h-a-t…if I am sick Tino?” she finally brought herself to ask and face the brutal reality of having being betrayed by the one and only man she had ever loved”

“Baby I promise you aren’t sick” he firmly re-assured her.

“Tino don’t you dare play God with me here! This is my life and you have ruined it. Out of all the things that you have done, this one has just broken me beyond repair Tino.” she said.

“No Wadzi, we have always used protection when I…well when we made love and I am disciplined on taking my pills” I have never skipped a day. I was sure to be careful and protect you”

“Oh so lying to my fucken face after making love to me is your best efforts of protecting me Tino? Instead of simply sitting me down from the get go and telling me the truth about your HIV status?” she said, finally allowing her tears to stream down her face.

This time a more sinister silence settles in the bathroom and Tino’s body feels the shift in the atmosphere, and his body breaks out with millions of goose bumps. Wadzi finally thuds onto the floral ceramic bathroom floor and begins to weep as Jesus did.

November Rains. (Part 3)

Ruva had finally responded to his message after some time because she and Gugu had been typing and crafting the perfect response. A reply that showed just enough interest to keep the conversation going, and just enough disinterest to not seem too desperate for anything. It had been a very long time since Ruva had felt such excitement over a man. She really did not want to ruin this newfound friendship. Finally she replied him, after 15 minutes of master scheming with Gugu:

Ruva – “Oh hey Mufaro, yes I saw you earlier driving into church. Oh ha-ha yea I guess I got it from my mama.” She sent the message and waited anxiously for his reply.

Mufaro – “ ha-ha I’m sure you get a whole lot more from your mum hey… How was your Sunday Ruva?”

Ruva opened the text after a few minutes. Gugu had told her that it was how girls kept men waiting these days, so she did as she was told. She couldn’t really decipher if Mufaro was flirting with her in the first part of the text or maybe she was really reading too much into it. But nonetheless, she thanked her God for Gugu. Gugu confirmed it, it was subtle flirting and they continued master crafting all of Ruva’s responses.

Ruva – “well of course I do, might get to see some of them one day… And my Sunday was good, well spent reading some books and preparing for this weeks work.” She replied.

Ruva and Mufaro texted for over 2 hours back and forth and Ruva got more excited with each exchange. She had lost complete track of time and had even stopped eating her supper half way through the meal. Mufaro rounded up the conversation with a friendly invite for drinks with some of his friends and workmates on Wednesday. Finally when he bid her a good night, she was satisfied. She was floating.

The bright Monday morning sun, shined through Ruva’s floral bedroom curtains, warming her honey brown skin. The weather had already set her mood. She felt light and fuzzy when she woke up. Even her mum was surprised to see her bubbly and energetic, because most of Ruva’s Monday’s were filled with complaints and dragging feet. Matipa didn’t want to ruin the blissful atmosphere by enquiring about the conversation with Mufaro. She would ask about him in the evening once Ruva was back home after a day at the supermarket, that way even if they fought she would have forgiven her by Tuesday!

The drive to the supermarket was serene and Ruva’s excitement for the first day translated through her choice of music. The car’s stereo system blasted some old school reggae and new school hip-hop. Ruva made sure to be the first to arrive because she wanted and needed all the new stuff to respect her as a boss first before a friend. Finally all the staff arrived and she begun teaching them how to sign into and out of the system. She explained everything oh how to work the tills, balance the stocks and procedures to clean up before knock off time. All this training exhausted her but she particularly liked it when the workers called her Madam.

Finally when they opened the doors, a flood of customers strolled into Zvese Zvese to buy some groceries and see what the supermarket generally looked like. It still was the talk of the town and half of the locals were simply there to confirm if a woman had managed to open the biggest supermarket in Mutoko. Ruva watched the people through her white office shutters, making sure no one spotted her. A particular group of chubby women caught her eye. It seemed that even the churchwomen who had driven her out of church were queuing to purchase groceries in her supermarket. Funny how life works Ruva silently thought to herself. Finally she got down to her work, making calls and writing stock requests, when suddenly she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it? I’m a bit busy at the moment” she said

“Oh I could come back a bit later on Ruva” he said

Ruva froze because she recognised that smooth bass voice. She quickly buttoned up her grey pinstriped shirt and tied her hair back into a sleek ponytail. Wore her black pumped heels and breathed in and out smelling her lunch breath. After all she reminded herself of her mothers unsolicited advice that a woman who wanted to be a wife needed to be presentable and lovely at all times. Finally she opened the door, with her eyes filled with ample exhilaration.

“Oh hey Mufaro. I didn’t even expect any visitors at all. I mean it is good to see you!” she said as calmly as she could.

“Hey you, I was just having my lunch break and thought I could pop in and say hie and see how your first day was going” he said. He stood confidently with his chest out, revealing his muscular body under his white work shirt.

“Oh that’s so nice of you Mufaro. I look a bit of a mess now with all this work but we are coping for now.” She laughs whilst trying by all means not to check him out.

“I mean by the look of things you are doing pretty well for a first day Ruva. And don’t even worry about it you look just like a CEO should look! Ah wadadisa sha” he responded.

“Hahaha look at you flattering me sha. Thank you, I’m trying. I could give you a quick tour around the supermarket if you’re not in a hurry.” She said gracefully. Her mother would be proud of her.

“Oh yea sure, I really would like to see what’s running here and help any way I could Ruva. How’s Mama by the way” he said as they begun to walk away from her office to take the mini tour.

She showed him just about everything and briefly explained how she was running the supermarket and how she expected the new supervisor/manager to come in and take over this week. He was impressed. She could tell through his genuine questions and comments. Finally he checked in with her about Wednesday’s drink and never gave her the window to decline.

“So I will see you Wednesday Ruva at 6.30pm? I could pick you up at 6.00pm if that allright?” he shyly asked.

“I could find my way to place Mufaro, I’m sure I wont get lost hey. But yes we are on for Wednesday.” She happily accepted.

“I’m sure your sense of direction is good Ruva,” he laughed. “But I don’t need you driving at night to a place you aren’t sure of, so I can pick you up, its no big deal sha” he said.

Sha added a friendliness that made Ruva open to trusting this handsome stranger to drive her to the place were they would be having drinks.

“Okay sure fine, I will be ready by 6.00pm and before you go, is there a dress code. I wouldn’t want to be over or under dressed you know.” She said.

“Oh no hapana dress code. Just wear something you feel good in because its going to be a good night Ruva.” He said and smiled.

Finally he made his way out of Zvese Zvese and Ruva waved from the porch, again trying with all her might to not check him out. But that tight crisp white shirt and body shaping chequered trousers made it so difficult. So she quickly turned away and giggled like a schoolgirl all the way to her office.