Following my earlier communication to the Biker, I decided to break free from his clutches so as to make myself available for anything that may come up over the weekend. With a few days to CHOGM, I found myself working late on Fridy night but finally went home to the Biker. In the morning I let him know that I would be at work for most of my day. I retruned home at about 5.00pm and cooked a sumptuos dinner which i shared with K. I deliberately ignored his sexual advances and limited all his movements to my living room. He left my house a disappointed man at about 10.00pm.
On Sunday, I woke up early to go to church to witness my niece's baptism. I was charged with putting things together for the afternoon party at Kembabazi's. On arrival, i received a call from Q wanting to invite himself for lunch at my house. Common sense and tradition helped me interprete this as a booty call since being in the confines of my house with Q has always resulted into one thing. I made my apologies and promised to drop by his place after my party.
Being the MC at this event meant that I had to rush through all the formalities like cake-cutting and presenting the new christian with gifts. At the first sign of nimbus clouds, I made a quick dash for my ride and told all guests that I had to seek adequate shelter before the skies opened up.
I got to Q's crib but to my chagrin, I found his cousin visiting. I tried to contain my imaptience by reminding the football crazy cousin that there was a big match coming up that he didn't need to miss. On my cue, the cousin bolted leaving us alone in the living room. Q hurriedly drew the curtains and like a budding flower reaches out for sunshine, we reached for each other and devoured ourselves senseless. We kept telling each other how much we'd missed ourselves. I am now a strong believer in the english adage that "a new broom sweeps well but an old one knows all the corners."
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