How i met him...

The first time I met him
It was a bad day. Bad because I was just standing at the fountain at garden city for no reason at all. Or none I can remember anyway, which is why I am just going to go ahead and call it a bad day. Anyway, so I am standing at the fountain looking lost when some guy carrying a rucksack walks by. As a rule, I tend not to be interested in anyone carrying a rucksack and that had not changed much that day. So I just stood there still being idle. Until his name was called out. “Guy” (as we shall call him for now) shouted a girl that was seated at the fountain gossiping. Guy turns around and I look at him now interested. His name had sounded familiar. That is when I squealed ‘aaaaaaaah’ before I clamped my mouth and turned away embarrassed. Guy did not know it, but I was a huge fan, and he was just standing there looking all ordinary like he did not know that his special place was up there with the other not very ordinary folks.

The last time I met him
Which was also the second time, was Wednesday. I got into a taxi and got into a seat beside a person that looked like an antisocial teenager, ears plugged, music blaring (I imagine it was, coz it is the general nature of ear plugs to mute the sound to the outside world. Again antisocial), surfing the Internet on his phone with hat pulled over his face like bad carmflouge. Anyway, I whip out my phone to continue reading the comments off of Chanel’s blog. I get to a comment by Baz and I laugh out so hard. That guy is funny. Before long I am asleep and possibly drooling, until I wake up when said taxi stops moving and I realize the taxi had been maliciously blocked off by a traffic guy. Now a young woman is calling her hotshot relative to send her a number of a hotshot traffic guy she can call and get that decision reversed and possibly guilty traffic cop fired.

Teenager next to me looks still disinterested in the world around him. Then his phone rings. Wait. That is not slang he is speaking. What kind of teenager is this? I steal a look and I recognize him! It is Guy! But I can’t be so sure so I stealthily lift the strap of his rucksack to check out the label. I whip out my phone and a text is sent. Sure. My friend tells me, Guy has a rucksack with that label. I ask my friend to call Guy up immediately. And sure enough, his phone rings a few seconds later. Confirmed. Now what do I do? Make small talk with passenger that will probably not hear? Tap him and introduce myself as a fan? A colleague? I decided to shut up and laugh nervously every so often. I was tempted to shut out “bye Guy” when he alighted but I thought that would be totally weird.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how I met Ernest Bazanye

Rucksack Label= M-net logo

16 loungers burdening me:

Emi's said...

I mark my mark, now I can enjoy!!

B2B said...

i am sure this was as dope as it sounds...

Cheri, even secondies are beating you up..

AntiPop, you doing ok?

nevender said...

A post about Baz...

Solomon King said...

Why did I think this was about Ivan??

hmmm....

Carlo said...

Munange even me I thought it was about someone else. I'm going to put up my own how I met Baz post soon.

eddsla said...

hmn...

Cheri said...

Naye B2B...ahabwenki otandugaho?
Niba kwakyiira.

Mudamuli Ntikita Ntikita said...

Ayayaya! I would be too shy to introduce myself as a fan but try my best to stare at him without him knowing that I'm staring.

kakaire said...

Carlo, stop being so "yeah me too", Be ko original.

31337 said...

golly! me i was thinking you met ME!

Baz said...

Wait. That was you? The maternal-looking brown chick eating maize and humming Rock Of Ages to herself? That was you?

Baz said...

Okay, I should not be sulky. Just because you didn't even say hi and hurt all my feelings and said I look like a teenager and didn't even say hi.

Or share your maize.

Emi's said...

Fate had it planned out. Me, I keep wondering what word is on the rucksack? naye a rucksack is kinda lame

Princess said...

Perfect execution, Antipop.
Love the build-up!
*I remember when I met Baz. I even have an autograph! :D

sleek said...

we ol know ruck sacks js dnt do it...
naye "the maternal-looking brown chick eating maize and humming Rock Of Ages to herself"...
waiting with bated breath for antipop's comeback...revenge of the maternal-looking lady...

Elle B said...

Serendipity. how come you keep bumping into each other? The forces of fate are at work!Maybe you're destined to share maize with him some time. Kidding(but it's an idea)

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