What he says next determines whether he continues standing 6ft tall or goes 6 ft under.
Calm down? Where is this bloke from? How dare he tell you to come down, no, how dare he tell a woman to calm down? You stare at his deadpan face, clenching your jaw, forming ideations of the most gruesome of ways to get rid him; lace his weed perhaps. Or maybe send his plain nudes to his family WhatsApp group, genius! He keeps on shrugging his shoulders, sprinkling ‘buts‘ in his half assed apologies. ‘But‘ in an apology? Not to you.
He had you on a leash, his little project, a maniac that came whenever summoned. Whenever; one time, was it twice or rather around five times he made you go to his place in Ruiru from Ngong’ past 1.00 AM and didn’t even let you spend the night or when you lent him 15k and he gave a plethora of excuses when refund was due. You had played to his tomfoolery for so long, this was it, today it ends.
You have flashes of everything you’ve compromised for him; turning down that Berklee scholarship to spend time with him, not considering his too big of a forehead when you chose to see him, well you did but that’s not important, you courted him anyway. You even diverted from your physical appearance preferences to date this plain looking guy, you curved relentless suitors who threw ‘heys’ ‘hi’s’ ‘babes’ and ‘sasas’ at your IG and the resilient Indian man who still texts you on Facebook even after leaving him on read for years. You conjure him (boyfriend/ex boyfriend) tracing his palms on the contours of other women that’ll come after you. You swear to protect your kind, only that it’s not about them, it is about you, because though an idiot, he’s the only person that made you feel alive. We await.
“Sorry, but you were just an itch I needed to scratch,” he says.
6ft under it is!
For what it’s worth
Song Recommendation: Have you seen her – Just a Band