I knew Mike was my husband the moment I saw him. God sent me a husband in the form of a neighbour. But since he moved in, I’ve given him several green lights, but he seems to be intentionally ignoring me. Last week, my friend Steph suggested that I attempt a different strategy. Because they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I planned on cooking for two whenever I make dinner.
I heard voices in the corridor; it was Mike’s friends. I didn’t know what was happening, but those guys were recklessly fine. A few minutes later, I started to hear their chattering and arguments. I left my flat and listened closely; they were watching a football match. I was about to return inside when they shouted, “Nepaaa.” There was a power outage in his apartment. But there was still light in my apartment and the building. Maybe he was out of units.
I decided to invite them to come over and watch the game; that way, I’d also get to feed my eyes. I was about to knock on his door when power was restored to his apartment. How did that happen? “How did he buy units so quickly?” I asked myself. I visit or call a vendor whenever I run out of units, and now I’m seeing light in my neighbour’s flat? How did he do it? I knocked and asked Mike what he did and how he did it.
“I use an app called KongaPay,” he said. He was shirtless. “I use it to buy electricity sharp sharp. I also top up data and airtime on it, subscribe to DStv, and even make transfers sharp sharp. Just go to www.kongapay.com or download mobile App on iOS or App…”
I was looking at him, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. My gaze was fixed on his shirtless body and…
“Sandra! Sandra!! San..”
“Yes, Yes,” I responded.
“Where is your mind?” he asked, gulping his beer
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