No matter the number of times you will call me darling, sweet heart, love or whatever, this husband thing just sucks.
Its now three years since I got married. Before him of course I had been married like four times in my four years of study in campus.
Fresh from the hills of Nyambene, I had tried making love several times but it never got so sweet as compared to when I joined campus and met Brian.
Okay, Brian was a perfect example of a hit and run guy who left me with thoughts of how that one night was just awesome.
Dude is not tall, Brian is this short monkey with a long tail.
Not so long to make you start counting minutes he should be making love to you, but long enough to leave a permanent mark in your heart.
The time is 8 Pm and am now out of the library heading to my hostel.
On my right hand is a bunch of books, you might mistaken me from a medicine student in his fifth year yet I was two weeks old in campus.
Then pap! We bump into each other, his bold and base like voice reminded me of my High School teacher who I had totally fallen for, his name held because he might be your father or husband and am not in the business of building an empire of haters.
In short, I followed that voice with my books at hand.
I was like a dog faithfully following his hunter.
My hunter perfect in trap and capture safely landed me in a certain room.
"Welcome have a seat, this is where I live," he said.
I pretended that I wanted to leave but deep inside me I really wanted to stay.
Though as cheap as I was, I never wanted to show it so I excused myself;
"Would like to leave kindly let me head to school we shall talk," I said but deep inside me I prayed that he opposed it.
He looked at me as if he was loosing hope and I was looking at him as I whispered a prayer.
"Be man enough act, up your game. Am equally in need of what you want," I whispered deep inside me.
The more he lost hope the more I felt irritated because I had set my mind that I had to spend with him.
I mean which fresh girl can want to miss a date with an old boy in campus?
Anyway to cut long story short, I never left the house.
Infact, the door was locked behind me and I happily relaxed in the house.
In the house their was no television, no hoofer nothing.
All we had was a stove, two sufurias and one thing a campus hyena will never miss 'a bed.'
Anyway we used everything in that house of course including the noisy bed that severally threatened to put us down.
Then we fell asleep, him facing the door and a tiny me facing the wall.
The next morning;
That is when I came to my senses.
"What am I doing here?" I asked myself then an automatic answer emerged.....
"What you wanted you got it now leave," an inner voice told me.
That is how I left the house and as I headed out of the compound, I sympathised with myself.
I felt like everyone was looking at me and wondering, why i had opted to sleep with this Brian who was now walking besides me.
Infact their are this two specific ladies who looked at me in a suspicious way like they were sending me a message; "sorry dear it was the first and last perfect night."
To date i still hate those two girls, I even suspect they underwent the same 'Brayos' stage I went through.
After Brian, I vowed never ever to fall into trap again but this is after I severally went to the house we spent the night and met completely different faces.
Surprisingly, they all knew nothing about my so called 'Brian.'
As much as the house remained the same, noone knew Brian.
I was a fool. I was fooled.
However, this day I meet with Brian at the corridors of campus as am heading to class.
From far a smile just plastered itself on my face as I looked at him.
I tried to control it but aaaaaw!! The smile was so strong and now my white teeth paraded like sheep were almost out in whole.
Brian was neither smiling nor signalling, he just passed like he has never ever seen me.
I felt like shouting at him, "I am that lady you loved one night when it was dark you forgot me?" But those words only repeated themselves in my mind.
It was broad daylight and I could not believe how a man who for the first time noticed my beauty at night could not even look at me during the day.
I went back to my room, looked at myself on the mirror severally and started shedding tears.
Then I looked at my wardrob and even cried the more.
"Maybe he hates my clothes I will save and buy new ones," I whispered to myself.
Lets meet next time.....
Just because the pain I felt on that very day has come back to haunt me. Above all my hubby of three years is home.