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| Drawing by: Monica Baoleki |
The time. Not sure, somewhere in the afternoon.
Place? Home.
Location? Beside the house, in the shade, bare feet on the
paved path circling the house.
Temperature? Blistering.
Monica was showing me how to kick and throw punches like how the pros do it. She had recently taken up a karate class at school and was eager to show me the moves. She punched surprisingly accurately, to the misery of my tummy and arms, all of which had to block her advances. She had always been that type of girl yanno. Look at that grin on her face, fists flying, legs cutting and pounding. We waved towards the road as one of our schoolmates walked by, piqued by the sight of me and Monica looking like we were about to break out into a deadly fight.
“This is not as easy as I thought it'd be”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it”
We were seated down…she, stretching…I, massaging my sore
forearms. Then me looking over;
“Are you still writing that novel”
“You mean that old story, nah, I’m writing a completely new
one”
“You wont ever finish if you keep changing stories” I smiled
“Eh!, wasn’t much of a good story anyways…this next one will
blow your mind, just you wait.” The excitement in her eyes, and her ever
present smile.
I walk her to the gate to see her off.
“And how’s baby Michelle doing, good I hope”
“Growing fast as ever, you know the other day….” Cut off midsentence
by the sound of the ice-cream man riding along and announcing his merchandise
with each squeeze of the horn.
“Anyway, I better get going, I left her with Aunty, who is
about to leave about now”
“Bye Monica”
“Bye OT”
Watched her disappear into the distance. Smiled,
absentmindedly twirling an object between my fingers. Looked down to see what
it was. Oh shucks her hair band!
