Kato sat on his bed in the dark. He could see the full moon; a fluffy cotton ball staring at him through a slit opening of the dark green bedroom window. The sky was clear and the stars twinkling besides like brides maids.
He repeated her name underneath his breath “Tendo, Tendo”. The thick lipstick on her lips and softness of her voice was still vivid in his mind.
He had intended to have a brief visit to the pub for a pint on his way home.
Just as he approached the counter, a dark skinned girl went before him.
“Excuse me please” she said.
He stepped side ways to give her way, and the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.
Kato’s eyes wandered from the long braids falling loosely behind her neck, to her round bottom, straight legs and high heel red shoes. Her yellow mini body corn dress clung to every inch on her body. He felt chills.
He stood there watching her every move. He wondered what holding her tight and squeezing her tiny waist would feel like. What taste would stay in his mouth after they kissed, with their tongues interlocked. How he would feel if she slept next to him in bed and their bodies touched. Even her snoring would feel like music to his ears.
He was so immersed in his own fantasy that he didn’t realise she had left the counter and was back sitting with a group of girls in the far corner of the pub.
He got his drink and sat on the sofa adjacent to them, sipping from a straw while he observed the girl in yellow through the corner of his eye.
When she smiled, her dimples dung deep into her cheeks. The hair braids swayed as she turned to talk to her mates.
He watched her excuse herself from the table and disappear down the rest rooms’ corridor.
He got up a few minutes later and walked after her. Between the ladies’ and gents’ doors was a long mirror with brass sides, he stood in front of it pretending to re-do his shirt buttons.
The girl in yellow came out the door and their eyes met
‘Hello ‘he said, rolling up his right sleeve
‘My name is Kato’
Those few seconds waiting for a reply seemed hours, and he felt his hair stand up at the back of his neck.
‘I am Tendo’
“Would you like to meet me here for a drink one day, Tendo?”
“I don’t live local but we can work something out”
“Can I have your number?”
“Yes, on my way out”
“That is fine”
Back at his table he watched and waited, sipping his drink as slow as possible. She continued her conversations with the other girls, barely taking notice of him.
Every time Kato glanced at her, Tendo was either talking to someone or drinking from a bottle. However, he felt her presence as if she was seated next to him.
The girls stood up to leave and Kato picked up his glass of lager from the table, his grip tightened with every step Tendo took towards him.
She placed a lined piece of paper with her name and number written in red ink.
Now, at home in the dark, he looked at the pink scrap of paper where she had written it. Those four letters in mirrored the glitter in her eyes as they flashed under the beams of light off his mobile phone.
He got up and turned on the lights in order to read it properly.
©Juliet.Lubega (unpublished 2015)