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I love you: Terms and conditions apply (Part 6)

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IMG-20150815-WA0008Mwaba Mutale continues narrating his story

 

” I felt so ashamed and said “Reverend Mother I promise”

 

She hugged me and said “oh my son” and left….

 

Just after she left, the phone rang….ngriii ngriii griii…”hello Mwaba speaking,” “hi Mwaba, it’s Julia, am going out for a party and I want you to come along with me…it’s at the German Embassy”…..

 

Shit…..SHE’S BACK……

 

“Julia, it’s late, am going for my evening prayers and meditation” I whispered to her, “I will talk to you when am done with my community prayers”…”Ok dear, hugs and kisses” she responded…

 

See as under normal circumstances, a guy is supposed to be happy failing in love with a nice lady, but hell no I couldn’t celebrate, what’s there to celebrate about? Am not supposed to even fall in love in the first place, I’ve donated my balls to the church, am vowed for chastity and celibacy…..failing in love in seminary is same as a prisoner sentenced to life winning lotto. It’s of no use.

 

But the heart is another story, it does things contrary to the mind. That evening as the bible was being read, I wasn’t even concentrating, I can swear I don’t even remember what verse we read the holy scriptures from…during silent meditation was worse…whenever I close my eyes, all I could see was her glorious face, oh yes Julia was cute, tall and confident. She has this bend lips smile like Jacqueline Tembo from ZNBC and  firm structure like Mary Kasoka. Like a very infectious disease, she had taken over my medula obulangata and kanongobiliti…

 

Now I kept asking myself the question “should I go to the embassy or not???” (Or rather should I sneak out, because most definitely I wouldn’t be allowed to perform such abnormal stunts)

 

When it was 19, the head priest finished the meditation session, we sang a song in praise of Mayo Maria, and went straight in to watch the dead.N.B.C main news that time populated with stories of Levy Mwanawasa, that guy Tetamashimba and a hairy guy talking about cow dang, must have been Mundia Sikatana…

 

1930 we went to the dinning hall and had our supper…After supper  I helped clear the table and do the dishes….After that retired to my Monk Cell (as we called our rooms) and begun to read and write some  assignments…

 

Past 20:45, phone rang, ngriii ngrii ngrii “hello love, are you ready?” So I said “No, am not going”, WHAT??? You not what? Ok then since I have an extra ticket, let me find someone else to escort me” she said and hang up on me…so I sat and thought and contemplated, “hmmm ba mpampule inkeche ba mambala, shit, hell no, am going” couldn’t risk letting my girl go alone ku party with ba guy ba Lusaka fulu fulu..

 

So I called back, “What is it? Haven’t you refused to go with me?” She said when picking up the phone….”look love, it’s not as easy for me as you think” I said in a voice with intent to nyengelela her and make her understand that it’s not easy for me and actually illegal and could warranty a suspension or even an expulsion from seminary…

 

“But you are now my boyfriend, who do you expect to go with me?” She asked….Just there and then I knew that things were different, I had split my loyalty between Holy service to the Lord and this firm breast nail pointed nipple girl, I was as the English call it “In Too Deep” and there was no turning back…

 

Now I had to find an excuse to give the guard when leaving the premises. Of course being Zambia Police on guard, just a Ten pin was enough to get me out of the yard…I also negotiated to come and top up and bring imishanga sha fwaka on my return….

 

Nor sooner had I come out of the premises, did I see a car with flushing hazards on…moved closer and peeping inside, I could see her…boy oh boy did she look gorgeous, she wore those expensive dinner dressers that glow in the dark with tuma ear rings utu suma so and a nose ring that matched. Meanwhile me in my ka cheap gray muliokela suit didn’t mind..just jumped in the car , she looked at me, adjusted my ball tie straight and dove in and gave me the sweetest of kisses. I could see that chikamba taxi driver was looking on the mirror Busy enjoying the free show kwati chiletamba play circle…

 

“Where to madam?” the dark taxi driver probably from Chipata asked”, “the German Consulate” Julia answered….Meanwhile in the back ninshi ama loving nayapya…oh boy I was as excited as a pig in shit and mud…we kept touching and giggling and it just felt as if I had known her my whole life….ala women are powerful, she made me forget all the gospel verses I had learnt in 5 years, she made me a stranger to myself, didn’t know whom I was anymore, she drove me to the stars, JD was a woman and half…She was in her own league, she destroyed the only world I had known since I was 17 and rebuilt another one within weeks, where I was a stranger to myself, yet I felt so loved by her, so understood, so cared for…oh gosh she came and like a storm she raised a lot of strange feelings to me…

 

Not long we were at the embassy, we took out our cards and we were in…we started garavanting all over, she greeted her friends and what made me proud was she did introduce me as the boyfriend in front of her friends…Meanwhile I was busy looking around and praying that I do not see aba kaya. So to be absolutely safe, I called her by the side and told her, “Julia, you well know as much as I do that am not supposed to be here, let me sit by the pool side and not move too much, lest I bump into somebody am not supposed to”…”okey, that’s fine by me” she said..

 

Well I sat by the pool and begun to do what every nervous guy does, started drinking!!! Beer is useless, not so long after taking about 5 shots of whiskey, I now got so much confidence, emerged from my hiding place and no sooner than later was busy greeting other guests and making conversations. Around 23 to Midnight I got really sloshed. But then my beer sensor was still intact (I had not joined the Lungu family of Jameson and just a few shots made me drunk as hell)…

 

Soon I was shaking my ass, dancing foolishly like a makishi dancer, showing them what am made of…Julia came and told me “honey you drunk, let’s go home” I told her “kabiye ngo lefwaya! Go if you want, am enjoying myself here” she just smiled and laughed…She really was a patient one…

 

I got so sloshed and felt I want to pee. The toilets that were being used were the outside ones near the pool…So I decided to navigate myself there…I don’t know how it happened as I was navigating to the toilet walking besides the pool, I missed a step, pwaaaaa yaba Njebele gaddd l was in the swimming pool!!!

 

Shit, my new cellphone!!!!!

 

Now the little whiskey left my heard, imisu ukuya!!! I was wet, suit mumatumba amenshi fulu kwati ni nsenda ifiwaya…..I got out of the pool  and sat besides the pool….

 

“What manner of nonsense is this? How will I even get past the cops back home” I thought to myself…..

 

So I called one of the waiter and asked for a towel and asked that he call the lady I was with…After like 5 minutes she came, very annoyed with her face turning red…She just said “see I told you let’s start off and now look at you”

 

I was ashamed and she never said a word till about 20 minutes later the same taxi driver who brought us came…

 

Just when he saw me he asked me in nyanja, “ma bwana, mwati nkani ili mushe?”….I never answered just got in the dam car. It was a quiet long a drive back to Makeni, no word spoken, picture no sound…the taxi driver who had seen us go cuddling was now witnessing a silent couple…

 

We reached home by past 01, the cop looked inside the car, saw me and opened the gate, I came out in my wet gray suit and said good night, she never answered back and just told me “I will be in touch”….Right there and then I knew I had messed up big time…

 

The cop who I had promised cigarettes just saw me wet and asked, “brother Mutale, mwati fili fye bwino ifintu?” I just responded will see you in the morning….

 

I walked to my room slowly with my walk of shame and opened the door, sat on the floor, held my head and regretted the whole episode…”I wish I didn’t go, in fact I wish I didn’t meet this dam girl” I thought to myself as I removed the Laces on my shoe….my simple life is better, am safer and secure staying inside with the old priests. And a deep sense of sadness and sorrow came all over me as I got into the warm sheets, held the back of my head with both hands with my eyes firmly fixed to the ceiling…

 

#will Mwaba end the relationship, in fact hasn’t he already been dumped for bad behavior?? Will the two ever speak to each other again?

 

Find out for yourself in Part 7 of your favourite series I LOVE YOU: TERMS AND CONDITIONS APPLY…………

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