My Ex-boyfriends Friend – Episode 17

MY EX-BOYFRIENDS FRIEND – Episode 17
A story by Kennedy C Katongo

I couldn’t figure out how one would love Hungry Lion so much to even make camp for it.
“So what do you do?”
“Am usually writing stuff and editing other people’s work. I find it easy to think and gain inspiration.” she smiled.
I smiled back, it didn’t take me any calculations to know that the Doctor and I were living in two different worlds. I mean, all I ever wanted was to even sleep at the studio, love my work, I enjoyed it to the fullest while for her, it was a complicated case.
“Enough about me, what do you do when you not at the studio.” She asked me.
“Am not really sure.” I answered.
“How can you not be sure, there has to be something that interests you at least.” She said, her face more curious and concerned.
“I’ve never really thought of such, You actually the second person to ask me such a question.” I said as I remembered Kutemwa.
“You a boring person.” Kutemwa said the second day we met and she paused that same question to me.
“I don’t know, I guess my whole life revolves around my career.” I answered Dr Mwanza.
“I see, so what will you be doing once you get old? And decide to stop work?”
“I don’t think of such, am sure by the time that happens I would have thought of something.” I answered her.
She smiled and shook her heard, which actually meant she had not approved my of words.
“Basically you not living, You existing.” She commented in a low voice.
That’s when a lady that works there came through with our order. I was starving, but I had to act cool about it.
“What do you mean am just existing.” I asked her.
“You don’t have anything to look up to, your life is all about work. Imagine if you where to get married, your wife would have to compete with your work.” She said as she opened the plastic.
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I tried not to think of Chanda, I knew he was recovering and doing much better and that was all. The truth was I was scared, I felt like I willingly walked into a trap without realising it.
As I sat there thinking my phone rang, It was Mwango. A smile widened as I couldn’t wait to tell him of how my businesses where doing.
KUYLTEMWA: “Hello!”
MWANGO: “Hey, how are you doing. Wanted to check if you home…”
KUTEMWA: “Got home some 30 minutes ago, Captain dropped us off.”
MWANGO: “Oh, that’s good. Angel’s boyfriend right?”
KUTEMWA: “Yes. You sound strange is everything okay?”
MWANGO: “Other than me falling in love with you, everything is not okay.”
I always got worried once Mwango said he wasn’t okay, that usually lead to him going into clubs to drink. Stopping alcohol was one of his resolutions until he got mad and upset about something. Regardless of how hurt he would be, he always called to notify me that he would be out drinking.
KUTEMWA: “You know you can talk to me, what’s wrong?”
MWANGO: “Nothing is wrong, just something great has happened. Guess what?”
Mwango was lively, he always made sure to involve me in a chat. He never liked to make me feel left out. And gash this guy liked making me guess things.
KUTEMWA: “Am not guessing anything. Just tell me what it is.”
MWANGO: “Just give it a try, please…”
KUTEMWA: “You want to get me ice cream?”
MWANGO: “huh! What a guess. Am coming this week. My project has been accepted!!!”
I was excited for him, my excitement was so intense that I shouted and Angel came storming in.
“Whats going on! Why you shouting?” She asked.
“It’s Mwango his coming this week…”
“Aint you still on the phone?” She asked me as she looked at me.
“oops! My bad. You there?” I asked Mwango.
“Am still here, just listening to you…”
“I also have something to tell you,” I said as I tried to calm down.
“Am listening.” He said as she cleared his throat.
“We’ve managed to have 50 people registered for the book club.” I said.
“What! 50 as in 5 and O? You girls are kicking but. Am proud of you.” He said warmly.
“If you girls ever decide to open one for guys, sign me up.” He said.
Mwango was the full package, he had almost everything that a lady would look for in a man. Charming, courageous, motivating, and caring not forgetting very fashionable.
Mwango had to start preparing for Zambia so we didn’t talk much, I felt so calm and peaceful as I sat on the floor waiting for Angel to finish doing her magic in the Kitchen. Mum and Granny promised to bring Little Andrew home late in the evening.
“So when are you going to meet Captain’s parents.” I asked Angel as she served the table.
“Am not sure, am waiting for them to call and let me know. You know how they act, as if they are the royal family hehehe.” She laughed.
“I still don’t get it, His father seems okay with you guys being together now Mama Kankasa eh! The way she treats Captain as if his a boy and all. That’s just not good.” I said.
“I guess parents will always be parents, the only problem is when they now want to start telling you how to keep the child. I remember how my cousin was treated and all, plus for her she had nothing other than living off the little that she was given by the family.” Angel said.
“But I think everything will just been okay, I have a good feeling about this trust.” I responded.
“You always have a good feeling, when didn’t you have a good feeling.” She laughed.
“Mwango is coming, it has gotten me thinking, what if he won’t like me when he sees me?”
“That kinda talk if because of the accident I hope, because if it’s not, then I need to call Mirriam so she can do a diagnosis on you.” Angel laughed.
“What!”
“I want you to know that am not supporting this, but again I don’t want you to not give it a try. It’s better to try than give up.” she added.
Angel was like a big sister, always making sure that I don’t get consumed with work and business. She believed in living a life filled with memories and not living by chance.
That was something Granny would say time and again.
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We never spoke much as we ate, I was forced to be in an odd position.
I wanted to ask Dr Mwanza her name but I couldn’t, I just found it weird, we were there having lunch and all I knew was that she was a Doctor who loved writing.
“Where did you do your medicine from, Apex or Ridgeway?” I asked her.
“Non of the two, Dad refused. He said there wasn’t much substance because all that was taught was just a recitation of what was written in books. So I applied in a few countries and was picked in India.” She said.
“Your dad seems to be a strict man.” I said as I took a sip.
“Am sure you would find him offensive. He asks a lot of questions and can be very judgemental.” She laughed.
I couldn’t get what was funny about what she had said. But I kept my cool as if I had everything under control.
“What about you? How are your parents like?” She asked me.
“Well, I was raised by a Single mother, I never knew my dad… One day he just packed his clothes and left. Never came back.” I said.
“Thats savage, did something happen to him or what?” she asked.
“Nothing happened to him, I here his in Luapula. I guess he got tired of mum, or maybe it’s because of me. I don’t know. I don’t like thinking about it.” I responded.
“Am really sorry, didn’t mean to agitate you.” She said sounding apologetic.
“It’s okay, it’s just that I never talk about it. I’ve trained myself to just burry that part of my life you know?” I said.
“What of your education?”
“I did my journalism at Evelyn Hone College, In my second year I auditioned for a certain show and I was picked. That’s how Kalaba TK was born.” I smiled accompanied by a laugh.
I could clearly see that she wasn’t interested or concerned whether I was famous or not. “Interesting.” Was all she said.
“I remember watching one of your shows some time back, you good. Don’t just let it get to your head.” She said warmly.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Sorry but are you trying to say that fame has gotten to me?” I asked her.
“That’s just what I have noticed. Fame comes and goes, before you know it only a few people will remember that even such a person walked the earth. All am trying to say is… Find something to live for.” She smiled.
“Am sorry but that’s non of your business!” I said.
I wanted to shout at her, but again I had to act cool. She noticed my reaction but just kept quiet, once we where done eating… I drove her back to the hospital and left.
She did apologize, but I didn’t give a damn, I felt like someone had pricked my heart with a knife.
I drove home feeling like a bag of sand. I was so pissed that such that I didn’t want to spend another minute with her. How could she say fame had gotten to my head?
I arrived at home and threw myself on the bed. Something about what she said just got to me so bad.
I immediately texted Major, he was that buddy I didn’t mind complaining too the whole day. He was good at listening and laughing as well. Immediately he responded that he would text me later as he was busy.
I now got mad at him, ‘How could he put a girl he had never seen before me?’ I thought to myself.
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30 MINUTES LATER
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“Hey man, how did it go at the hospital?” Major asked with a smile.
“Fairl good.” I responded, “What were you doing?”
“I was cleaning my fridge, need to sell it before leaving. I sent you an email, you didn’t see it?” He said.
“What you mean I didn’t see it? You know very well I hardly check my email.”
“My project has been accepted, so I might be home this weekend. Hopefully.” He said with a smile.
“At least you looking forward to something, I just got pinched in the brain.” I coughed.
“What you mean?”
“I managed to see the Doctor, can you imagine she accepted to have lunch with me?” I smiled a bit.
“Woow! I guess she really felt sorry for you, I mean, with a degree to her name she accepted you taking her for lunch. Isn’t that an ethical though?” He said thoughtfully.
“Shut up brainy. So she led me to this nice place. It’s a small mall but man it’s the reflection of paradise.” I said.
“I didn’t know you paid attention to such things, wow.” Major commented.
“The thing is we went to her favourite joint, she asked me a couple of questions about myself. She was just intrusive, just like Miss HaveItAll use to do.” I said.
“By the way you talking it seems like she really asked you serious questions after all. What made you upset though?” Major asked.
“She was like I have let fame get to my head. Can you imagine? How do you seriously say such a thing…” I exclaimed.
“It’s not like she was lying. She was actually just saying the truth you know.”
“You supporting her?” I asked him.
“Am not, but I think you just feel invaded. Since all those girls you heat on didn’t care to ask about your life. Did you get her number?” He asked me.
It was then that I remembered, I was so pissed that I even forgot to ask for her line and all.
“Her Facebook user name? Tell me you at least asked for that?” Major said in a pleading manner.
“I didn’t ask her. Maybe she’s not on Facebook.” I said to defend myself.
The first rule of the game was “Ask for her name and then her number” it hadn’t changed.
Yet I didn’t even know her first name.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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