I had just left Megan’s house. And this Megan does not even come close to the Duchess of Sussex, royalty and composure. Not that I am into 35-year old divorcees, far too exposed hehe plus I still got youth on my skin, bones and walk (my father gave me some good genes) sorry for being so forward but that is just who I am. Okay sorry not sorry. If you get offended I will tell you as our notorious Akothee does, call polis!
So back to my Megan. She had asked me to leave her two-bedroom flat in Kabete because of my philandering ways. First of all, I am not anything like that. She had said that I had never taken her out on a date until I reminded her of our crazy night in Brew (the one in Westlands) then she blatantly reminded me that I had only gone there because it was her friend’s party and there was free booze. Oh! So that’s how I ended up in Kabete the next morning without planning to. Megan had taken me home. Literally. Long story short is I like my whisky dark, I like my whisky dry, I like my whisky Jack and I never say no to Jack. So Megan and a friend of hers had to carry my staggering behind to the cab. No, I did not black out in the cab, I went ahead and brazenly flirted with Megan’s friend (I swear it was Jack) so that’s why I woke up on the couch. She did not even cover me with a blanket. You would have thought I had cheated on her. The nerve of that woman.
Anyway, I had never taken Megan out. She said she was not looking for anything serious so all we did was fairly scandalous and it all took place in her flat. She liked cooking and she always had the energy to whip something up and bring it to bed. She hardly ate when I was around, she would just smoke her spliff and I would force-feed her like a child. After that she would sleep and I would kiss her forehead and go home. That was our routine, no feelings, no ‘how was your day?’, just Megan, me, no drama and her spliff of course.
Megan is a fairly tall glass of chocolate. The brown chocolate kind. Her skin is like caramel. Smooth, silky and dreamy. I swear I have seen her skin sparkle whenever the rays of the sun hit her in the morning through the bedroom windows. It takes my breath away. She smells like caramel too, probably her shower gel. Her smile is something else, it’s inspirational, it is kind and beautiful. I think I keep going to Kabete because of that smile. Her smile could stop a war. Not Megan no, Megan is war itself but her smile could fix a broken cabinet. Her smile could stop corruption. She is on the thick side of life. Her derriere take corners of their own. You know how you could say, Megan took a corner well you would have to add that her derriere followed closely behind. Yes, Megan and her derriere. Separate entities. If a derriere takes corners then you have to respect it and give it a personality. Yes, I am weird like that.