When I got an internship placement in Malaba, I could think of nothing more thrilling. The distance from home, and the chance to finally be in charge of my life was so appealing. (I am a commuter). Everything seemed to be just right in place. However, the thrill subsided with time. I was bored, lonely and missed the city lights. A week later, someone arrived at my office, a dark fair girl in looks. I couldn’t have been happier to offer her partial rent at my place. I had gotten company, a roommate, and an accomplice to say the least.
It never occurred to me to cover my small perky breasts, voluptuous body and nicely rounded sizable bum… yes ,I know what I own and I understand the men on my trail but for a girl? I never imagined I could arouse one.
We got along well, until one day, I went to bathe and returned to the sight of her, stark naked, fingering herself on my fuckin’ bed! I froze, too petrified to move or even stare away. And she continued to look at me like a predator watching its prey. I mean this is the kind of thing we watch in movies, American movies to be specific but never in Africa!
I started to retrieve and realized the door was closed. Panic took over. I turned back and she simply paused and smiled at me in a way that I think was meant to be sexy but passed off as gruesome. I thought it so stupid.
That is when my true senses returned. It had turned into a fight or die situation so I sobered up and ordered her away from my bed.
“Off my bed” I spoke without a tress of humor
She didn’t budge a little
“Off my bed” I repeated in a cold menacing voice walking purposefully towards the bed.
I could see her finally take heed of my words. The stupid smile wavered and the legs that were widely spread before slowly clumped together.
I made a grab for legs but before I could pull her off, she squealed in terror. I stopped. The eyes that looked at me were broken. Long gone was the stupid smile it seemed like I had Imagined it.
“I love you.”
“What?” I shrieked my temper taking its own course again
“I…I want you.”
“More specific now,huh?”
“Well, NO.” I brawled making sure my voice carried quantifiable scorn.
When she looked at me like a trapped wounded animal, my voice went a niche lower.
“You know, I seem to prefer the male thing. Surely you have seen it before, have you not? The ones that looks like… ummm …” Okay, I know you get me. I won’t go into the gruesome details of what I didn’t think too gruesome to tell her.
I managed to make her move off my bed but she has never uttered a word to me again. I feel like a guy having a silent treatment from a pregnant wife. Not that I care but the tense and awkwardness is suffocating me. There is no peace at my place. Internship sucks.
