I CRIED ON A PLANE!!!!!! 😭😭💔💔💔

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It was the last week of being an intern at this company that I won't say the name and I was sad. Really sad. It was such an experience. Having to work around grown ass people was the IT for me! But that was not the peak of my experience! Imani was. Imani was the only other intern in the company just that she was in the HR department. For some reason we always found ourselves in the kitchen at 10 a.m. complaining about having to serve coffee to the rest of the people. I'm so bad at making new friends and even worse at keeping my old ones. But with Imani it was an inevitable situation. We had to be friends!

At the end of the three months, I almost felt like I had known her all my life, until I didn't. She was goofy, cheeky, wild, loud, which is a total opposite of me. I like to call myself calm and collected because why not. Sooooo, coincidentally, on that last week of our internship, the company had planned a fully paid trip to Mombasa. This was only because the MD was moving out of the country, more like retiring, and they had to give him some special send off. A couple of people were attending and that didn't include Imani and I. That only meant we would complete our internship one week earlier. This one week gave me a chance to not go home and actually do all the "stuff" I couldn't do after I went home. Bingo!

Two days later, I received a call from Imani. Wow! She misses me already! She asked to come over to my place for a moment since she needed to talk to me about something that was bothering her. Her place from mine was a 20 minutes drive so she was there within no time. She got to my house, dressed in a red satin dress that barely went below her butt! She was in red heels too and a bag that looked loaded to me.

" Tunaenda wapi dressed to kill?"

I asked her the moment I opened the door. I was supposed to sound sarcastic. Her make up was on point. Never in my life had I met anyone who was so perfect with her make up, to be honest. She pushed me past the door and said sounding exhausted,

"Ebu get ready tunaenda na wewe date flani apo!"

I was still at the door staring at her. What she said had not hit me until it hit me. 

 "Whaaaat! Ziii! Ati date! Wapi! Me siendi!"

 

 "You have to you don't have a choice please."

 

She said looking so unbothered. I remembered having a conversation with her about enjoying staying indoors and she argued that I should go out often and I wasn't about to go back there!

It was around 10am. Like she explained, she had never met outside with this person and she wasn't as comfortable going out on a date with him. I understood her idea but was I the only friend she could go out with? Well, I had to cheza Kama mimi and get ready. This guy was to send her a cab at around 4p.m. We had so much time to chat and talk about her boys. Anytime I inquired about her date she rubbed the story off and I didn't have to press no more.

We had to make lunch or atleast eat outside. I opted to make lunch. After eating, the actual getting ready began. I had showered and all I had to do was dress up. Imani pulled out a dress off her bag, it was peach and short. Really short.

I glanced at her and ignored her. I was not about to be forced to third wheel on a date and forced into a dress too. I went on to put on shorts and shirts. 

Imani straight up threw the dress at me. Why am I so soft! At the end of the day I knew I had to put on that dress and so I changed without a word. I swear this dress looked okay in sneakers but she had heels too for me! Had I ever put on heels all my life? No. You thought right. This was about to be a long ass day! 

The cab arrived in no time! Guyssss!! The driver was a mzunguuuuu!!! I have always been enthusiastic about white people since I was small. I'm still small so.... I was so curious about the location of the date. I tried peeping on the guys phone location but I couldn't. Imani was at the backseat fixing her makeup. I was at the front snapping and streaking like everything was normal for me. It took us some time to get to Gigiri. Atleast I could figure out we were somewhere around United Nations Avenue. My head suddenly hit about Camellia, some restaurant around that place. Kwani nani huyu ameitana date!! The driver went past Camellia and I lost it! Okay so that's not it! The next closest restaurant was The Lord Eroll and there is no way we were going there. Juu kwani huyo mtu ako illuminati!

Wtfffffffff! My best/worst fear came true. You know that wierd streak of sweat you get when you are anxious? Me too. I didn't feel that way, it was worse! Goosebumps, butterflies, everything. I turned to check at Imani and immediately her phone rang and she said we were at the entrance. For some reason we had to step out of the cab and walk in instead! I was walking into The Lord Eroll Hotel you guys! Yes I'm so poor that this  huge place made me mad uncomfortable!

Imani was walking so decently in her shoes while I felt as if my ankles were being stabbed with every step that I  made. I kept the cool though. After we got in, we got an escort which was pretty normal. What wasn't normal is that I was supposed to sit on a table on my own and asked to order while Imani kept walking away with this lady escort.

"Imani kwani unaenda?" I almost shouted. 

My face was so red and hot I could feel it already.

" Nakuja!" 

Imani said over her shoulder as I watched her walk away. She was so familiar with everything.

I looked at my watch and I began counting seconds, minutes, hours until I could leave this place. For some reason I had recently tried to make lasagna at my place and it was the first thing I spotted on the menu. I ordered that. An hour later, I called Imani, she picked up immediately which I did not expect.

" Mnalipa bill ama nianze kutafuta pesa!" 

I was honestly mad. I wanted to leave.

" Relax ata tunakam izo sides though we need to talk."

"Talk about.."

Before I could get an answer, she hang up. She sounded okay but what were we supposed to talk about? For all reasons I hoped it wasn't money issues. In a moment, Imani was walking towards me, almost dancing to jazz. Must be nice. I wasn't used to jazz vibes and my dance vibration would never fit that energy. She looked happy, and okay. I smiled. But I needed to see the guy behind all this! She sat at my table and faked a conversation with me asking if I was fine and if I was having fun. What sorta fun was I supposed to be having!?

I looked at my phone and it was almost 7p.m. Shouldn't we leave already? I kept thinking out louddddd. Suddenlyyyyyyyy, I looked up and guess what I see, who I see rather, another white guy, this time it's not just anyone. It was the MD of the company we were interning for! Wtfffffffff, was he not supposed to be in Mombasa on vacation celebrating his retirement or whatever they were celebrating. That was not allllll!!!!!!

This man was olddddd, older than my guka I swear, he wore round glasses and honestly, with the wierd orange lighting at that place, I bet he could barely see me! I was wrong!

" You look familiar, like I have seen you somewhere!" 

He said trying to be friendly.

Familiar? Woooow! I worked for this man!!!!! Imani giggled and didn't even explain. I understood the vibe and so I didn't care to explain, I laughed a little and said hi to this man. Why is Imani with him though? Is this all formal or is it what am thinking it is? Was he the date! Wueeeeh! 

I was trying to process one thing at a time but I couldn't. I sat there waiting for whatever was to follow.

"I hope you are ready, the flight will be non-stop for just 45 minutes. You are comfortable with that?"

I ignored the question!

"Sukari?"

This old man went on saying.

"Yea?"

"You are comfortable with that?"

I had not quite understood him. Flight to where. I turned to Imani. She was fidgeting with her phone and shook her head slightly. Does that mean nafaa kusema Niko comfortable? Kwani where are we going? I went on saying okay and immediately stood up and pulled Imani with me to washrooms that I didn't even know where they were at.

"Mbona uko na hiki kibaba na mnaenda wapi na ndege? "

Imani had put her hands all over her face acting all shy and shit!

I was a word away to crying because what the fuck was going on! Eventually I found my way to the washrooms and washed my face. Imani took a moment and began spitting everything! 

"Ile trip! Ametupea chance. He is supposed to get there tomorrow, though hao wengine walishafika. So tuko na chance pia."

I wasn't about to buy that.

" Was he your date or was it about the trip?"

"Both."

"Mnapendana! Mnatakana!?"

"Sue it's more than that! Nitaexplain tukifika Mombasa!"

I wasn't about to go to the airport or even leave for that trip. No! I had money on me. You know that emergency cash, and I was ready to get a cab to my place. 

"Naita Uber na naenda home. You deal with whatever unaendeleza hapa!"

I said and stormed out of the washrooms.

Imani was running after me and she was shouting, really shouting. At this point I didn't care getting the crappy heels off and walk my way out! 

I placed my hand on my hip realizing that I was in a dress and I didn't have my phone on me! 

It was on the bathroom counter! I walked back past Imani and she shouted that she had my phone. What sorta drama was this!?

 "Nipee simu yangu!"

 

This bitch hesitated and I was about to beat the shit out of her. Why am I so not gangster!? I could feel myself tearing already!

 

 "Mbona unalia Sasa?" 

 

You know that situation where you are trying to hold back your tears and someone goes on to ask why you are crying and you burst out like a child! That was me!

 " Mbona unafanya hivi! I didn't want to come here in the first place! I need to go home!"

 

 " I told you this is about work so siget mbona unaact hivi!"

 

 Was I acting some typa way? No I wasn't. 

 

 "No you are lying! You were out on a date with that old man!" 

 

 "And I secured the trip too! He has the tickets and you are not backing down so let's leave already!"

 

 Imani said walking away with my phone! Why am I likeeeee thissss?! I walked slowly after her thinking about the worst that could happen if I actually went and what the odds were! 

I convinced myself to be okay but I wasn't really okay. By the time I got to the table, this man was asking us to leave since the flight was at 8p.m.

We were at Wilson Airport 10 minutes earlier. I got a chance to take a breather. Imani was still having my phone. I had swore not to talk to her throughout the trip so I had to use other means to get my phone other than actually asking for it. She had taken everything away from me that night but she was not about to lower my pride.

The flight was so uncomfortable, looking at Imani and this crappy man laughing over dry dad jokes with his fake Swahili accent. I decided to ignore all the possible things that would have happened between the two for the last three months but my mind kept thinking about it. Imani vile anakaa mpole! Aaah! Aki nyinyi wababa!

We got to Mombasa and went to Aquadrom Yul's for supper. As usual, I took a separate table while Imani took to another table with her "boyfriend". They all laughed too much and it bothered me. More like intimidated me. I had taken my phone already and it was time to get comfortable whether I liked it or not. I went on to take pictures of my food and posting my location on my status and instagram story. Kupea watu pressure but deep down nateseka.

We were to spend the night at Kenya Bay Beach. On the way, Imani for the first time since we got to Mombasa talked to me. She asked if I wanted to spend the night in the same room with her.

"Do I have an option?"

I asked.

"Yea you do!"

"I want a separate room then."

This only worked well for her since she wanted to spend the night with her seemingly, love of her life. I went to my room and guess what! I spend three hours taking pictures of me and the view outside. It wasn't all that bad. At around 11 I got drinks sent to me from Imani. Must be nice ordering drinks for me! I was too tired to hold a glass up and so I slept after a wierd long ass shower.

Morning came by real fast. This room was bright as fuck. I have never been a fan of the sun. Spare me that luxury. I called Imani and she wasn't picking up. At this rate I had to confirm she was still in Mombasa ama niskie alienda sijui London ama Ni wapi! Before I could make the second call someone knocked at my door. It had to be  breakfast or room service. No I was wrong. It was Imani! She was up early! Wow! This time she was smiling at me. I wasn't buying that. I was actually suspicious of her every move. What was she about to convince me to do?

"I'm sorry about everything!" 

She said sitting on my  bed.

Guess what I replied? 

"It's okay. I almost understand. Ni vile tu niko na maswali mob."

Thinking of it, Imani and I were not as close and boy preference was a conversation we had never had. She could bet I was a lesbian since I had never openly talked to her about liking a boy but I wasn't. So maybe she was into old men. Normalize kink shaming people by the way! Was it too early to burst her with questions about our MD? Did they even spend the night together?

Before I could think about going there, she stood up asking me to get ready. Ata sikua na nguo za kuchange! Hata suruali! She then said that we'd go shopping in a few and she was supposed to give me clothes to wear for the mean time. Yaani this whole time she knew we'd come to Mombasa!!!!

Okay! She left to get me clothes and I took a quick shower. One hour, two hours, three hours, Imani was not back yet! I had already left six missed calls! I didn't know their room number and I wasn't about to leave my room in just a robe! Sijazoea!

What other option was I left with than actually sleeping?! I took a nap and the next thing I remember was Imani storming into my room with her big ass bag. She had clothes on her arm.A large t-shirt and a small short and cute black sandles. Finally something I would wear.

"Wapi nguo za jana!" 

She asked.

Her tone was wierd. Loud and almost mad. 

I pointed at a basket at the corner and she stuffed the dress and shoes harshly in her bag!

What was up! The turn of events had been so chaotic that I wasn't asking nothing no more. Suddenly she said it. The whole time she watched me dress up and I could tell something was up. Something really serious!

" Harakisha tunarudi Nai in a few!"

I looked at her and almost dropped my phone. Sasa kumeenda aje. I was almost getting comfortable. Riding in this whole rollercoaster. 

"Wacha kuniangalia ivo nitaexplain."

She added.

I hadn't noticed that I was looking at her until she said that. 

"Sisi wote tunarudi?"

I asked calmly.

"Nope! Mimi na wewe. The cab is almost here so tunaweza toka if you are done."

Guyssss I had not eaten anything and I wasn't about to bring that up. At the hotel exit a bought a soda before we could get in the cab. Where was our mbaba? 

Imani wasn't taking any shit at the moment. She went on confronting the cab driver after parking on the opposite side of the gate. Heeeh! We were driven to the airport and the immediate flight was ours. How is this booking shit even done! Anyway as long as am not paying I just got in. Imani's mind was as far as it could ever be. I got a spot at the window and she sat next to me.

"What's up?" 

I had to ask! And there she went. Verbal hallucinating everything. Just what I wanted.

"Sukari enyewe, what is up with men!"

I almost stopped her to tell her that was no ordinary man, he was a grown ass mbaba but I let her go on saying her shit.

"Imagine I left our room, (hers and sugar daddy's) to come bring you clothes and when am getting back napata this girl all over John in bed."

John was the MD.

"Who's the girl?"

I asked hoping to get an answer.

"He could have atleast waited for us to go out shopping. I had just stepped out to come to your room!"

She was hurting for real. Yaani anampenda cha ukweli!

"I later found out that the girl is some waitress at the hotel. He keeps going there so of course they see each other often."

Did she just say that! I mean she was honestly hurting. I had thought it was all about the money but waaah! Let us find out.

" Has he explained ama you have just left!"

I asked.

"Kuexplain nini Sue, there is nothing to explain there! Mimi nitoke all the way from Nai for that kind of crap! But atleast I have taken his visa card na hataipata tena."

She said.

Card! Wow! Now this was a whole wierd ass level. Imani went quiet and I stared outside thinking about all the times the MD was at the company and none of those times did it ever look like he had something with Imani. Was Imani's  vacation story even true. I didn't care to find out. I looked back at the events of the last 24 hours. From sitting in my place watching good girls, getting a call from Imani, getting dressed in the wierdest way ever, going to some expensive restaurant, leaving for Mombasa the same night and heading back to Nairobi the following morning. 

What if I had just said no! The whole guilt shit got the best part of me. Imani was falling asleep and I looked at her and realized how much I didn't even know her and here I was dragged into the crappiest situation I've ever found myself in.When I'm having such moments, I feel like am reduced to a cat and I don't recognize spaces anymore and I just want to burst out and cry anywhere! But this time it was extra. I was crying on a plane. The silent sobs that I tried to swallow hit the most. I watched Imani at the edge of my eyes next to me.

How was it so easy for her? I felt insanely useless and innocent for the first time in a long while! The least I could do was judge her. But in all honesty did she really like this man that much? In less than one hour we were in Nairobi. Imani insisted that we drop at House of Leather for shopping but no! I was not on her shit anymore. I paid for my own cab to my place and bought a couple blunts when I got there because I was not about to start reprocessing everything. Fuck wierd ass people btw!