She looked like a goddess. Her beauty was so striking that everyone in the salon turned to stare. A voluminous mane on her head matched her glorious complexion and divine figure. Even with the volume, her hair was curly, and long-the kind naturalistas flaunt. She would definitely be a Becky with the good hair.
“Hi Eva, you’ve come earlier than expected,” one of the hairdressers said.
“With the kind of week I’m having, I need to travel and forget my troubles so I need you to braid my hair,” Eva responded.
“I have a client I am working on I hope you don’t mind waiting.”
She didn’t mind waiting, so she sat down. The hairdresser was attending to my hair. Not unusual to have women at a salon talk about men, one of the clients started a discussion about how she preferred white men to Kenyan men.
“I don’t know why you’re still entertaining Kenyan men who’ll just break your heart when you could date a white one,” said the client.
“I hear they spoil you with lots of money and gifts,” one of the hairdressers added.
“It’s not just about the money; they know how to treat women right. You’re not on a continuous assessment trying to prove you’re cut from the material that makes wives like with our men,” the client explained.
We laughed. She spent a couple of minutes comparing her experience with her white boyfriend with previous relationships involving Kenyan men. Everyone in the salon was all ears. Some women were envious, while others asked questions expressing their scepticism of interracial dating. Somewhere in the conversation, Eva found her voice.
“I don’t know which white men you’ve been dating but I wouldn’t recommend them,” she said.
“Why?” The client who started the discussion asked.
“The things I have been through, I can’t decide if I should stick to Kenyan men or avoid all men completely,” Eva responded.
She had everybody’s attention. At first, she seemed hesitant to tell her story but decided to pour out her heart to strangers.
“When I met Daniel, I had just found out that my Luo boyfriend of two years had been cheating on me with one of my closest friends. I decided it was time to take a break from the Nairobi dating scene. I work remotely so I decided to rent a vacation apartment in Malindi for a month to heal,” she said.
Some women go on a bender after a breakup and subscribe to the philosophy that the best way to get over a man is to get under another. Then there are the women who go on a ‘men cleanse’, totally cursing the existence of male creatures. Eva belonged to the latter.
She enjoyed dancing, so naturally, she attended beach parties in Malindi. On one of those nights, that’s where she met Daniel. He was respectful yet a lot of fun. A night on the beach under the moonlight with music and a bit of alcohol set the stage for a connection between the two. She was holding back since she was supposedly on a break from men, and he was a smooth operator. He could read the signs. She thought he was a gentleman.
They got intimate three weeks after constantly chatting and breaking bread with Daniel. The friendship was going so well that she decided to spend an extra month in Malindi. They bonded even further, or so she thought. About two weeks later, Daniel had an interesting proposition for her.
“Babe, how would you feel about getting a tattoo to match mine? I think it would be so cool if we both had infinity tattoos like our bond,” Daniel said coyly.
“That was unexpected. What happens if we break up?” Eva asked him.
“Well, you would still have a cool tattoo. Don’t worry, I will pay for everything and I’ll take you to the guy who did mine. He’s very good at it,” Daniel added, not giving her a chance to say no.
Eva left curious about tattoos, and a bit flattered that this man wanted them to get matching tattoos. It beats wearing matching clothes any day. Of course, she had to consult Google on matters tattoos. She looked up the process and everything about them. She decided to go a step further and talk to a tattoo artist just to be sure.
A few days later, as she went about her errands, she popped by a tattoo parlour she had seen. She found a friendly tattoo artist.
“Hi, I’m thinking of getting a tattoo, I just wanted to ask you a few questions about the process, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes, sure. What kind of tattoo do you want and where do you want it done?”
“I want an infinity tattoo on the side of my hand. Actually, I’m getting one to match my boyfriend’s,” Eva said, feeling slightly corny.
“Is your boyfriend Daniel, a white guy?” The tattoo artist asked.
“Yes, that’s his name. How did you guess that?” A confused Eva asked.
“Oh honey, I think you need to sit down.”
The tattoo artist went on to inform Eva that Daniel asks the women he’s slept with more than five times to get infinity tattoos. It’s his way of letting others in the small town know he’s already been with a girl. Of the ways a man could break your heart, Eva could not imagine this. She felt like she was straight from an episode of Criminal Minds.
“Ah honey, I know at least three girls who have gotten the same tattoo courtesy of him,” the tattoo artist continued. “I’m sure you can spot at least one of them around. Daniel is known for his charm with the ladies. They’re many of you who have fallen for his games.”
Eva eventually left the tattoo parlour with plenty of tea on Daniel. She couldn’t even process her disappointment properly as she was busy looking at women’s hands to see her kindred. After staring at women’s hands for a while, she could hear home calling. She left Malindi without telling Daniel.
“Weuh! You got the rotten batch,” said the client, who had been singing praises of white men.
The discussion then changed with no clear consensus on which men to avoid.
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