THE RED RIBBON III

Alcohol has proved to be the most efficient solution to a man’s problem, but then it can also lead to undesirable results! Unfortunately-Sandy, who had gone home with two of the ladies from the bar called us up in the morning to his home. We found him sited at the balcony smoking pot, he seemed a bit off and nervous. ‘This is a murder case.’ I thought. “Nini bro mbona umetuita vi-urgent hivyo?” John asked with a broken Nairobian sheng . After few moments of deadly silence, he gathered the nerves to talk. “Imagine those ladies we met last night are highschoolers, under 18 in fact wako form 2 and their parents are searching for them!”

I couldn’t bear listening to such terrible news thinking of what I had done to Betty. “Brother you had two under 18 girls at your apartment, drunk. You even had threesome and now you want to feel sorry for them? That’s not your fault.” Stated Tony. “Their parents are on their way here, we have to make something up like we found them on our way home.” We agreed to that plan though unstable, waiting for their parents to arrive at any uncalculated time. At the same time, Betty was sleeping warmly at my apartment. I didn't want to reveal to them that I went with Betty since this was turning out to be a big case. Unfortunately luck wasn't at arms length on my side. My phone rang just about two minutes to the arrival of their worried parents with the police. “Hello,” I responded in a whisper. “Hello, its Betty. I have to...” Then the line was cut!

So we had made all due preparations for the dissolvement party, at least I found a better name for it instead of just being a party. I really thought it was going to be hard having to let go of Jane who by this time had just accepted to come after a month of convincing her. “Do you remember the first time we met?” She asked. “I know, it was through a party like this. Who knew it would come to an end like this!” I stated. “I just hope you get a better, perfect matching wife. At least we are still beloved family, even though it would hurt seeing you with another woman but it’s fine. You just...” I couldn't let her finish, I cut her short with a kiss which she didn’t push me away,she enjoyed it with much pleasure.

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“Guys I have to go,” I said. “What!” John remarked. I was already tensed as I knew it was Betty who was calling. I picked up my car keys and left. Upon reaching home I couldn’t believe this was my house, all the furniture were turned upside down. It was a swollen mess. Just when I was reaching for my phone, Betty showed up trembling. I rushed towards her trying to check if she was fine. “Am so sorry” She said, looking disturbed. “No, if it’s a robbery am so sorry for leaving you here alone.” I tried to console her. “It’s not a robbery, I’m bipolar...” She said. I was totally confused since I had never been with a person with such a disorder. “When I am scared, I get aggressive,” She hesitated. “I’ll clear this mess.” She concluded. “What! I think I should just take you to your parents with the rest of your high school friends,” She looked at me with a sharp surprise. “How did you know? Please don't rat out on me, I’ll clear this mess and I’ll go” She begged.

I couldn’t clear that mess so I let her do it as I left in anger. I thought all this was happening to me maybe the gods had been angry with me for dating a relative. I just hoped I wouldn't have to rot in jail for such an issue. I picked up my phone, I called Sandy. “Hey man, how did it go?” I asked. “All is fine, they promised not to tell their parents on what happened last night, seems like they were on a school break. Actually the story is, they had no fare, so we are good,” He replied. All was not good, I thought of telling him I hooked up with a crazy cute looking girl but I just couldn't. I hang up the phone and hoped I would go home and find my house in its form and the girl gone!

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