Just another episode

I can't stop laughing, smiling, giggling or whatever you may want to refer to it. This just made my evening. cring... cring...cring went my phone. It was exactly 9.31pm and when i saw the caller ID I was no longer enthusiastic about the call.Only I knew the little secret and for once I had to use a long practiced lie to save my skin. About six days ago, he had used the short messaging service to write to his dear one. I would like to call it precise, concise, direct and to the point. These are days I miss the long crafted letters that had so much spice added to convey a very simple message. The letter that could either be done on colored writing pads, graph papers or even tissue paper and sealed with a sweet smelling scent with regard to the sender. The u r 2 sweet to be 4gotten embedded at the back side on the envelope in a strategic position which would sure be the first thing you saw when u received it. "Which day are you available we have a date?" he asked. I trust my intuitions too much and i knew very well that he had something in his mind. However, i decided to wait until he could say it like it was. On answering the phone he sounded quite happy like the usual when he called his dear. He was just checking on how my day had been and of course the now inevitable question on whether i had received the text. I was ready with an answer since i had all along known that it was in the offing. I could not let myself be apprehended for this. Being a loyal subscriber of on of the local service providers; i knew very well the challenges i encountered. I confidently asked when the message was sent and when he stated the day and the time i said that it must have one of those days when my inbox was full and when i deleted there was only one incoming message and it was for sure not from him. He could not trace the slightest possibility in the emotion i expressed at that particular time. He asked me to check my diary on which time i would be available and since it was left at my disparity i had to push it to a far date. "That would be too late!" he said hesitantly. I could not comprehend what the hurry was for but my greatest fear was almost confirmed. It was not until he said, "Wahenga walinena... chelewa chelewa utapata mwana si wako", that it confirmed it. By then i had lain the proposal of how we could meet in church sometime and that i would not escape when it would come to the High Deity's chosen day.The time was now and he had to state what it was he had wanted to tell me for a year. It was then i revealed that he was a little too late. He could not believe it. He thought i was kidding but i was being honest. I was applying one of the few things i borrowed from my ethics class; Always tell the truth with charity. The poor brother felt really broken. The fluency had now seized. He wanted an explanation on why he was late. I had none and owed him none anyway. My answer was simple i already belonged. He was no longer articulate at this point and he started wishing me a nice life. He said how he had willed to tell me a long time ago but the doors were always closed. That became the end of our conversation and the end of asking for a 'dati'. The last thing he said was that hopefully one day we would meet just as friends. For me all along we were just acquaintances and strings attached whatsoever. Don't judge me. I did not lie. I simply followed one little lesson i had been taught that being wise is knowing when to tell the truth and when to tell the whole truth. For me on the situation needed me to just tell the truth. The whole truth would have crushed a brother and since i could not bind the broken pieces together, i hoped that at least they were not broken at all.