The owner didn't disappoint; she was phat.
I shook her hand and she felt delicate like a baby dolphin.She also had those smiling eyes,the type that shouldn't be closed even when the owner is sleeping.
The owners' of that supermarket were very lucky that she wasn't in the the frozen stuff section coz she would have already melted everything.
She asked me if I could direct her to the beverages section to which I wholeheartedly agreed.Off we went. She picked up some tins which of course I didn't even notice what they contained coz I was busy having some ophthalmic nutrition.
She thanked me and wished me nice shopping.Which shopping?I told her how I was on my way from the electronics section and had got captivated by the design of the packaging in the toothpaste section where she had found me.I went on to lament how those TVs in that supermarket were too small for my liking.I then expressed how I wouldn't mind but help her continue shopping considering that I had finished my business in that supermarket.She smiled,a smile that could kick Malaria out of Africa,and agreed.
We got on like a house on fire and in a moment we were talking about random stuff.For instance I remember boasting being the great grandson to the legendary Mbau Nzyuko,a man who was known for his cool hobbies like stitching up broken eggs and milking buffaloes while sitting on a python.
With the only 'gal' in my life being my gallbladder,I saw no harm in exchanging contacts with the lovely lady.I was on the verge making such a suggestion when my alarm went off.I woke up diaphoretic.
I lay in bed for most of that morning debating with myself whether it was witchcraft or sheer ill-fate that a dream so promising got brutally cut short.
Since then I have been hoping that this dream comes back.Unfortunately, all I have been having are night mares and night terrors;from Alexis Sanchez suffering a season long-injury to Donald Trump winning the U.S.A elections.
I haven't given up yet though .My 'dream' is still valid.
