Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.
Haaaaaah, Okay somebody once described me as carefree and also guarded. This particular sweet soul said, he genuinely thinks that to the core, the carefree person is who I am. He didn’t mean it in a bad way. Carefree, but in a good way, you get it? Awesome.
That aside,
Two weeks ago, the 4th of April.. to be specific. On my way back from the saloon. I sat in a nearly empty Matatu, but the window seat had a tot bag guarding it. A clear sign that a pretty girl had marked her territory ( I genuinely think everyone who’s bold enough to carry a tot bag understands art and elegance..even in my old age I know there are some handbags I’ll never just allow myself to carry🤣..so to the god’s who brought tot bags to the universe, Thank you) I disgrace again…
Anyway, a few minutes later, a gorgeous chocolate-skinned Barbie doll approached and politely asked to be excused so she could get to her window seat, which she had marked earlier. Pure aura.
I mostly do not appreciate chatty passengers, but I weirdly tolerated her. She was effortlessly magnetic and wild…
So there I was, minding my own business, when she leaned in gently and asked,
“Is the scent too strong for your liking?”
I was a bit confused. “What?”
She clarified, “It’s booze. I just hope you don’t mind the scent.”
In my head, I was like, “You go girl, do your thing… me and whisky are basically old friends.”
But my actual response was way less dramatic, a chill, “I’m totally okay. Have fun.”
Apparently, I gave off “cool person” energy because she invited me to join her. I asked if I could trust her. She smiled and said, “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable.” So I waited for her to take another sip… and there I was. Don’t judge me, I can be a little extra sometimes.
The banter was easy. She was on her way to her boyfriend’s place. She seemed smitten. But of course, I had to ask, “Does he treat you right?”
(I always ask my girls that question.)
She beamed and said yes. It had been rocky at the start, but they’d worked through it. I told her I was jealous, because, let’s be honest, I love my weekends all boo’d up like that.
I was secretly hoping she’d ask for my number, and she must’ve been psychic because right before I alighted, she handed me hers. I made sure to tell her she’s a sweet soul.
That was lovely. I don’t come across gracious souls like that often.
For context, The only conversation we’ve had since then? She liked a song on my status and asked for the title. Oh, and there’s this other girl whose poetry I absolutely love, we exchanged, like, two words about it, and that’s basically it. And yes, I didn’t die…I’m still alive and kicking.
Hey Sharma.
(She’s definitely never going to bump into this, but I love being extra, remember? Cool.)
Cheers🫶
Shadow to my light. 