In Summary
  • 45 passed with no sign of my knight in shining armour.  Although I had grown a tad impatient, I assured myself he must have come across a hiccup.
  • Traffic happens right? I did not dare call him at this point because I did not want to appear paranoid or desperate.
  • I figured that he had probably stopped over to grab me some roses, God forbid that I dampened his mood with nagging phone calls and risk ruining the special evening.
  • “Stay calm girl…tonight is yours for the taking,” I whispered to my now uncertain heart.

I have never been the inflexible type. In fact, I would bet a hefty amount on my objectivity and ability to remain calm during situations that make mere mortals fall to pieces.  However, some incidents are sure to throw anyone off their radar. For me, that was the day I couldn’t get reach my boyfriend for a solid three hours. With 30 phone calls going unanswered and a myriad of paranoid texts sent, I stared at the phone as my head spun with all sorts of wild thoughts of what might have happened to him.

On February 14, 2014,  the love of my life ( or so I thought at the time) had called at 7am to tell me about the evening that he had planned for us.  He would be working all day but had assured me that by 5 pm, he would have closed shop and soon after that would be on our way to a romance-packed evening. This would be our second Valentine’s Day together and I was over the moon with excitement to say the least

The previous year, babe and I had been miles apart as he was based in Eldoret while I was in Nairobi.  This is why I was so excited about the date.  I spent the entire day in preparation for my hot evening date. I sought to make myself the ultimate beauty, cautiously avoiding anything or anyone that could disturb my peace of mind or adulterate my flow of positive energy.

RIGHT ON TIME

As the clock hit 5pm sharp, I was up and ready, throwing sass like its confetti in a décolleté little black dress and waiting for his call.

 Karl Lagerfeld once said, “One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a little black dress.” Taking this fashion tip as gospel truth, I meticulously chose the little black dress, accessorising it with a pair of pearl earrings, a matching pearl necklace, the right touch of makeup and a pair of ankle strapped kitten red heels to complete the smashing look. I was on a mission to leave him smitten, as we sipped tantalising Champaign in celebration of our love and bliss.

45 passed with no sign of my knight in shining armour.  Although I had grown a tad impatient, I assured myself he must have come across a hiccup. Traffic happens right? I did not dare call him at this point because I did not want to appear paranoid or desperate. I figured that he had probably stopped over to grab me some roses, God forbid that I dampened his mood with nagging phone calls and risk ruining the special evening. “Stay calm girl…tonight is yours for the taking,” I whispered to my now uncertain heart.

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