Why the hell are you still thinking about him!?Aarrgh don't get started with me bitch Margaret was surprised at how much she had grown of having spent such little time with him. A battle ensued between her ego and superego, she was having to choose between staying single and staining her reputation. The price she had to pay society is accepting the fact that she was going to be judged regardless. She would have to live with being labeled a cougar; a middle aged woman who's on the hunt for young men. Who in turn benefit financially. She always wondered why women could not fool around with men the way men did with them.
'The guy has nothing to his name why would you want to be involved with a lowlife? If anything you should forget about him completely because his problems will soon be yours. She combed her thoughts. Observing every detail about it. Chuckling at how she ended up in this predicament. A woman who hasn't a family to call her own, at the brink of menopause; all for money, a career woman.
'But he was GOOD, give the nigga some credit', she mused turning red with a mug of coffee covering her face. She took out her iPhone about to search his profile on Instagram. Then realized she had no contact about him. No Instagram handle, no phone number. She went through her Instagram checking out notifications and stories. Social media allowed people to share their experience with friends globally on the the go. It was magical. Times had changed, the globe was woke.
This particular morning was unusually cold; a constant reminder of what pleasures she'd be enjoying in his company had she brought him along. His smell lingered in her memories. She had not felt like a teenager in a long time. She liked how Jacob aroused her. The rawness of his masculinity. At such times she went to the library in the basement. A different world from her house. She the picked a favorite erotica novel and flipped the pages to her favorite bookmarks. She wanted to get turned on the most.
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'AMKAAA! Wewe... Utalate job.' Getting out of bed was an uphill task, but with 200 employees under her payroll, she knew very well she had to get up and go.
I own the restaurants girl... give me a Break.
You haven't signed those mergers by the way. They're due by...(checking her Rolex)
NOW... "SHHHIIT!" Her heart rate suddenly picked up pace as she hurriedly left.
The business had been picking up steadily the past few years. This merger with the international hotel would exponentially expand her roots to the larger African markets. She believed in Africanacity, to live and die in Africa. Where every ounce of her blackness was normal and appreciated. Where she didn't have to worry about her brother, father, or husband incarcerated because of the color of their skin fundamentally; because of who they are as people, a way of being in this ever evolving multiverse.
'Margaret!' she answered through the AirPods fitted in her ear. Driving at 110km/r through the freeway. Pop music creating an airy ambience to this moment
'Where the HELL are you?' Sofie, her lawyer, screamed in her ear. Maddened as an injured female buffalo protecting her calf from a blood thirsty lion. Time was money and Margaret was late meaning they were losing in this economic jungle.
'Be right there!' Margaret answered apologetically. Google maps showed the best routes with the least time taken and we're right mostly so she relied on it so much she had a phone holder installed in all the vehicles she owned.
'You do realize how hard you've sweated for this right? They're all here, his lawyer is bugging me, our... He must be sexist!' Sophie was relieved to hear her friend. Somehow she knew Margaret will handle the already out of control situation, she had her way with people.
'Shut up!'(laughs on both ends)
'Get your lazy ass over here two days ago' she said hanging up. She headed back to the 16th floor, to the board room to engage the venture capitalists in small talk, bombarded with law jargon; designed to tame these men into submission. After all that was what friends were for. Being there for each other when they needed it the most.
Margie and Sophie met back in campus at a private hostel, both of them from middle class families and with dreams to make it big in life. Margaret attending the Utalii College of Culinary Studies and Sophie The University of Nairobi, School of Law, their passionate hatred for having to depend on a man for survival bound them together like two peas in a pod. Two cougars reigning this city of Nairobi. The Chinese built city.