She....

We met at a club... an instance very awkward, so bizarre, i bumped into her curvaceous body as i was exiting the gents room. she smiled and i said sorry as i looked down with a bagful of blush in my face... we excused  each other as we resumed to our individual ways. I couldn't concentrate. i staggered across the walk-through and almost knocked down one of the many busy bee waiters this was followed by a rude "wee kijana peleka pombe zako huko!" i just shrugged and squirmed through looking for my seat in distress. i had drank that much?

I shook my head three times and felt my brain arguing in my stupor state. I glanced down on my beer bottled and managed a grin as i gulped the remaining half of the bitter drink.
my boy Pete was busy making moves on the dance floor and he glanced back to take a quick 1-2 check on me and i raised my hand back barely managing a wave and he nodded and went back to one of his schemes of impressing the various pretty legs in short skirts surrounding him....

I managed a laugh and beckoned that idiot of a waiter and chucked to what seemed like Kes200 from my wallet and told him to get me a cold Pilsner. he looked at me with eeriness but went ahead. i noticed a familiar scent coming from my hand and it was that kind of scent i presume is found in flowers and nectar that has an attracting effect on bees. i tried to recall it's origin and that is when that pretty face, that long hair, that lingering smile came vividly in my mind. That beautiful lady ,that display of beauty and elegance that had accidentally bumped into me earlier. Mmmh i gave my hand a second whiff and grinned slyly from ear to ear. "I have to see her again!"......
My level 9 cloud of thinking was disrupted by a strong tug on the neck.. yaow.... "Wee msee acha za ovyo na vile madame ni kibao!"
ha ha this guy never rests, i thought to myself
"sawa nakam. Nangoja pili yangu ikuje" 

Then i saw her.... must have been her strong scent or my photographic memory had seen her clothing and set her apart from the hundreds in the club.I sprang up and gave my nigger a hard shove.. he was left there mumbling some quick nasty words but fuck it.. we had many more days to gravel each other, have fights and then reconcile... We had been for what 9years? he owed me that much anyway because this? this I just had to get. i manoeuvred my way quickly despite my drunken and clumsy structure... how was she moving so quickly and with still but still with ease and agility? ......

"hey!... ex...cuse me" i managed to croak out through the what seemed like 100,000 watts of music. Her hair flipped gracefully as she turned her head in surprise and for a few seconds i was in a trance just by that sight. she halted and i reached up to her and told her i wanted (needed) to talk to her. she nodded and smiled again and my heart was at ease. she motioned for us to get out and i reckoned she wanted a more quiet place perhaps.
:)
time was of essence and so i spat out my laments and showered her with as many one liners(regardless of how cheap) as i had in my head.
i guess i was reaaally drunk. O_o...
to my disbelief and dismay.... she told me though cheekily that one of her pals had shown her a drunk boy sitting alone and busy smelling his hand. {Dammit!}

She grabbed my shoulder (I almost fainted) and assured me that all was well and that it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Her only query being that she found it preeetty awkward when this nigga took a whiff of his palm, since he had been to the loo & all . .. .. *laughter laughter*.
Come to think of it that could have been some funny shit to witness from someone who was viewing it from another angle...

By this time,we were getting really close to each other and as she was shorter than me i could see through her very tight translucent top/blouse and couldn't keep my eyes on her... mmmh... i felt a bead of sweat trickle down my neck.

I don't know which bastard shoved me from behind and this goddess had her face in mine, but I'm sure glad as hell he/she did it. One thing led to another and the next moment was filled with intense and sensual kissing.. Kissing that was out of this world... her luscious lips tingling mine with each kiss. I could tell she really wanted to since she groped my head and arm from the back and drove it towards her.. ohh myy i really wished Pete was here to see this and a part of me wanted to get him and bring him to the scene but why ruin a perfectly good moment. .... ... more kissing... ...... ...*

 "Aiyayaya wee Imelda unadu?? F*&^ $#....!!!" She froze and bit my lip. Wat the hell? i backed up and ,yes,
this time louder i heard it again this time more louder and gruff.

"Uyu ni nani ehh??Muthaf&*%$#"  I turned around in time to see a huge muscle-man darting towards us. that's when ,unfortunately, my drunk ego caught up with me. "Fu!&$%!",i gasped. I looked at her and saw her face turning a bit pale.
She started to mumble something at this huge goblin and i staggered back shaking my head furiously. there were many things that i could not connect together. Why would she do that? Did she mean it? Did she know he was there? before i could add one and one together, i felt like a huge iron anchor had smacked me across my jaw. Pow... i must have been flying for over three seconds as i tumbled and came hard on the hard concrete.
yow... i tried lifting my head up but laid back and felt something warm gushing out of my mouth. my sight was obscure and blurry an that was that... the air turned turned into vacuum as everything turned black.
*-*-*......
 "Imel....."

The characters and events in the above post are utterly fictitious