WINNIE!

'Hey girlfreind! Haven't seen you in months. Kwani you don't call your buddies anymore? What's up with that?'
I was shocked, as I was watching he's lips part and expecting to hear the words that would make my heart skip all the way out of my rib cage, I had overlooked her, Winnie. Standing next to him , forcing her hand through the crook of he's arm. She looked like the cat that had just eaten the canary and washed it down with a bowl of cream. The expression on my face must have been comical, because he started clearing he's throat in between chuckles, beautiful deep husky chuckles. I hadn't been expecting to hear that screechy voice with a fake American accent highly sprinkled with Mother tongue influence
'Well? OOh you'd like to me MY freind, um...'
Aha... my attention is rudely brought back to Winnie. Hope flutters in my breast it means that she just met him...hope dies, it means she just met him. Not good, Not good! The last time Winnie and I clapped eyes on the same guy, it was not pretty.
'Hello Winnie'
I turn to Mr. Man and smile like I gave Victoria her secret,
'Hello Winnie's friend.'
He grins.Call the Paramedics, get the fire department on the phone, somebody get a priest! I think I'm dying! He's eyes actually seem to twinkle, and he has a dimple, no, he has two dimples. AMEN! God definitely made this Man!
If my eyes aren't definite orbs by now, I don't know how I'm managing to look calm. Shaking Winnie's hand gently away, he stretches he's hand to greet me.
'The name's Fabian. Nice to meet you, Winnie's friend'
I'm confused, I see he's lips move but the voice sounds like it's reverberating from deep within he's body, I'm tempted to look down. He's hand shake is firm and warm. I want to keep holding it for a long time.
'My Name's...'
'Winnie's short for Winnifred !'She screeches on happily, managing to appear oblivious to the fact that I was actually talking.
How does she do that? Ok! Alright! Meet Winnie already! Winnie the bane of my existence. When I see Winnie , I see a spiteful urban princess in a peter pan collared aqua green smock. Winnie's sole purpose in primary school was to make my life a living hell! Winnie who could melt butter in her mouth. Winnie who was born with a silver spoon shoved up her rear and out her mouth. Winnie who's blue blood by birth, was destined to have all the eligible bachelors from families with names that go back to pre-colonial days trip over themselves at her door. Winnie who's cook made chicken chow-men for dinner, and who summered in the United Kingdom! Winnie who looked yellow like the sun and decided that I must have been kissed by it, the wrong way. The Tar Baby she loved to pick on.
And here she is again, larger than life, the Gods must conspire against me.

My coffee is now cold, cold and vile. The Maitre D', reading the look on my face brings me another cup of hot coffee, smiles consolingly, and reassures me,
' Ma Chere, I'm sure he comes.'
He wipes away imaginery coffee drops from the table, and takes away the old cup. The streets begin to clear, and the first twinkling stars appear in the dusky sky.