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Mwangi series Part 3...

I have realized that some of you, my loves, think you know Mwangi…No, you don’t. It is a fictional name to describe my very true character. 

Let me be like General Iroh today and say that in life we meet a lot of individuals and some of them charm us to the point that we invite them into our lives and never let them go.

We know we shouldn’t hold on but we force ourselves to them hoping they will finally realize that we are awesome and are perfect for them.

Sweet Mwangi. Did I say that I let him go? Well, I did, sexually, not physically. I kept tabs on him and we used to chat whenever he remembered I existed. I remember this young side of me and I feel sorry…

Why was I that desperate??? Anyway, there was a concert being held and we were to go together…At least that’s what I thought. On that auspicious day, I also had an interview somewhere within my area at a local publishing company. I was applying to be an editor and in the interview, I was asked to display my editing skills, which I did.

At around lunchtime, however, I had to go to the concert. Might I add that this was the first concert I was actually going to with him?

My to be employer was obviously not happy about me leaving but the stupid me wanted to meet this guy. I made an excuse about wanting to go to my high school to pick my certificates and left. (Lost at the interview by the way…No response was given) I reached the said venue at around 2pm and called the guy…He was not there yet and I didn’t deem it safe to enter the place😐. 

I mean, I had never been there, how would I even maneuver? This guy said he would take a while and dear sweet me waited meekly for my knight in shining armor who…Jeez, was I not ignorant? I tried calling my friend (and cousin) asking if I could spend a while at their place while I waited but they were too busy and I don't blame them. None of them knew I would be around. So I waited at a bench next to a grocer who also sold sweets. An hour passed and that is when he texted me, ‘Tumefika, Uko wapi?'

Surprise number one was Tu-mefika (meaning he had company); the second one was; they entered the venue without me😭. I was just a brathe. He told me to walk myself in and despite begging him to pick me up, he insisted he couldn’t. “Just follow where the music is coming from.” Does this man know how insecure I get in crowded areas? Was he not sympathetic to the fact that I had never been here? How…(when people just want your booty this is how they act by the way)

After a few directions from the passers-by, I finally got to the square. I called again and this time he said…“We have already taken our seats, just have a seat anywhere we will meet after the event.” The man didn’t even want to see me! 

So sad I took a seat across some strangers and just allowed myself to forget everything and make the best of that day- I had already used up my money anyway. I started chats with ‘neighbors’ and when the event was over, I started looking for this guy. 

I had decided to not talk to him ever again but I didn’t want to show it; at least not yet. I have an ego yes but I also have a degree in acting as if nothing has happened!

He tried to make it up to me but between the weird poses and fake smiles, I knew it was over!

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